PERSEPHONE

Persephone listened with curiosity to Ruger’s reply. He had been on these islands for a long time then, much longer than her by the sounds of the way he said it, and she no longer considered herself a complete newcomer. It sounded as if he might be useful – all experienced minds were, in Persephone’s eyes.

So he was curious – she had heard that before, although this man was a little less worrisome than Warsaw and his obsessions at first glance. Besides, like he said, curiosity killed the cat and all that.

“Kind of similar, I expect,” she replied wryly, her tone dry but a small smile curling at the corners of her lips. “Minus the genitalia, of course.”

She watched his reaction with a tilt of her head, allowing the teasing smile to grow for just a moment before she continued.

“It must be nice to know a little of the history of this place. Any secrets I should know? You said you met one of the previous leaders of the Forest, who was that, if you don’t mind me asking?”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh