PERSEPHONE

Persephone remembered fondly her previous visits to Salem. It had been some time ago now, but they had been valuable and memorable experiences. If she had never visited the sandy, scorched land, she would never have met Evren, who had become one of her closest and most trusted companions. There were not many she would entrust with the safety of her herd, but she had found one such being here.

Perhaps she would be able to find other likeminded horses here once more. It was worth a try, at least, in these desperate times. She had always wanted to keep a watch over the islands’ inhabitants and events, and this visit was merely a return to the objective she had been distracted from by Warsaw and Cullen and their ensuing drama.

Although summer was waning and autumn was just beginning to turn the leaves amber and gold back on Luthien, Salem was still parched with a dry heat that took Persephone’s breath away. She had grown too accustomed to the beautiful changes of the seasons in the Forest.

She shook the water from her pelt with a determined sigh, however, and headed from the shore just past the border of the Desert. She waited there, unwilling to trespass too much until she knew how well the territory’s inhabitants took to visitors, and let out a call to announce her arrival.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh