PERSEPHONE

Evren’s smile settled Persephone’s anxiety somewhat. It appeared her efforts were working, or at least helping a little. When they came, Evren’s words were sensible and mature – more so than Persephone had expected, if she was honest, from her in her emotional state.

It both surprised and impressed Persephone.

For a moment she considered letting Evren go. But as she watched that smile fade quickly from her companion’s lips, and the hard, tired look in her eyes, she knew that it was not an option for her. Persephone knew what it was like to be well trained in controlling her emotions, plodding on regardless – it was useful, of course, but a lonely road to walk down at times.

“You do,” she agreed, gentle but solemn in her tone. “But I will go with you. So long as you’ll allow me, that is. The Forest will be fine without me for a few hours, at least.”

Persephone looked to her friend then, dark eyes seeking hers. Evren had made no motion to move away or start on her journey – her words said one thing, her actions another. Slowly, Persephone took a step forward, about brushing against her companion as she passed by her, and took another step towards the direction of the shore before pausing and turning back to look at Evren.

“Will you let me?” she asked, the question hanging in the air.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh