PERSEPHONE

“There is no need to thank me,” Persephone replied, humble yet honest. She would have done the same thing for any mare in that situation. “It’s only the right thing to do.”

Wasp’s question gave Persephone pause for a moment. The memory of Cullen was uncomfortable; it reminded her of her shame about her own failures. She sighed as she prepared to give her answer.

“I lost a battle to him, unfortunately. He tried to take one of my herd, but I offered myself in their place – it wasn’t fair to punish them for my loss. He has a wicked way of causing trouble like that,” Persephone responded with a shake of her head.

The young woman’s pleading questions, then, pulled at Persephone’s heartstrings. She wished that she had an easy answer for the girl – a plan of action that she had already poured over in detail – but there was no such thing in this scenario, or at least not that Persephone had thought of.

Just as she pondered her answer, however, a sound interrupted Persephone’s thoughts and she turned her head to see that another mare had come to join them. She was a tall, dark thing – obviously strong and capable. When she spoke she was blunt and direct. Perhaps this was one of the higher-ups – she had a kind of air of authority about her, Persephone thought.

“No problem,” Persephone replied confidently, unintimidated by the other mare yet conscious enough to remain polite and friendly. “My name is Persephone, please forgive the intrusion. Macabre asked me to come here, to see Wasp.”

Persephone returned her gaze and attention to Wasp then, for a moment, as she spoke her name.

“I wish that there was an easy answer to free your mother, but I’m not sure that there is. If you want to rescue her before Cullen gets bored the only way I see would be force – I don’t think he tends to appreciate any kinder method of politics.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh