Falls

PERSEPHONE

‘Excuse me?’

A nervous little voice broke the peaceful atmosphere, and Persephone’s ears flickered lazily into life as she turned her head towards its source. She had been daydreaming, lost in her own mind as the gentle rush of waterfall in the distance, and the closer twittering of the birds, soothed her thoughts.

Persephone wasn’t aware that she had been projecting an approachable atmosphere, and yet when she turned her head a dark mare was stood before her, an inquisitive question on her lips. She was a little taller than Persephone, but her face and her uncertain body language seemed to betray her youth.

With a sigh, Persephone turned to face her unexpected guest. The irony of her question was quite apt.

“Actually,” she began, the corners of her lips curling upwards slightly. “I was hoping you could tell me the same thing.”

You see, Persephone had only arrived on this island just the day before herself. These lands seemed quiet, and she had yet to speak to any of the few horses she had seen thus far – until now, of course. She had no idea of what this place was, or where she would go next. This girl, on the other hand, seemed to know the latter at least.

“Where I am, that is – not the forest part. I can’t help you there.”

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