PERSEPHONE

The Forest had been the location of several strange visits recently, some good, others much less so. Therefore, when Persephone heard an unfamiliar call break the cool silence of the air, she was apprehensive. She moved swiftly in its direction, twigs snapping beneath her hooves as she wound her way through the trees.

A gentle breeze fluttered through the evergreens, mild with the promise of spring just around the corner, and the ground was softening with the melting of the winter frosts. With the approach of the better weather, things had been looking up for the Forest in general, despite her lingering worries over Warsaw and the Lagoon. She hoped that spring might bring with it a rebirth, a fresh start with more of her new companions and less of her old enemies.

Persephone located her guests close to edge of her territory, among the trees. Strangely it appeared to be a pair of horses – a tall, dark-faced stallion and a white-splashed mare whose belly was wide and heavy with foal, presumably his. Enemies tended not to bring their pregnant partners on war missions, so Persephone relaxed somewhat as she approached them, her dark eyes sharp and focused.

She drew to a halt before them, and gave a small duck of her head in greeting.

“Welcome to the Forest,” she began, her voice measured but cordial enough. “Can I help you, are you looking for someone?”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh