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PERSEPHONE

The mare seemed nervous, that much was clear as Persephone approached. She was tense and flighty, as if on the edge of running away if Persephone made any sudden moves. But the stranger held her ground despite her edginess, and allowed Persephone to come a little closer.

At the mare’s glances around and her words, it became clear that she was a stranger to these islands. Perhaps that was the reason for her nerves. Persephone remembered the uncertainty of coming to a new place well, although it seemed oddly far away in her memory now, that first day she arrived on this chain of islands.

She offered a smile that she hoped was welcoming, and a small nod of her head.

“Safe enough,” she replied. “It’s a public place where anyone is welcome. You should be careful though – occasionally horses come here looking for someone to claim and take home to their herds, whether they want to go or not. The Meadow and Falls aren’t far away, and a little safer if you want to avoid that.”

She paused a moment, watching for the girl’s reaction.

“I’m Persephone, by the way. Did you come to these islands looking for something, or someone? Maybe I could help.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh