PERSEPHONE

Persephone walked with purpose, her head held high and her energies restored after her successful conversation with Mariael in the Bay. She had recovered her warmth, as much as possible in the chilly Tinuvel air, in the shelter the other mare had provided it while they talked for a while.

The afternoon was wearing on, but so was autumn, and Persephone did not fancy returning for a visit during wintertime, so she had excused herself from Mariael’s company and headed for the territory next door. This place, the Inlet, belonged to the neighbour which Mariael had mentioned and called likeminded, and Persephone hoped to happen upon him so that she could introduce herself before she made the swim back home.

The cold still made her shiver occasionally as she walked, when the breeze hit her, but at least her coat was dry now and it did not feel quite so deathly when it penetrated her skin. She did not move far into the territory, once she realised that she must be in it now, rather than the Bay, before she paused to call out and announce her arrival.

It would be sure to attract the leader of the herd that lived here, if they were around and worth their salt.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh