PERSEPHONE

Persephone’s heart hung in her throat. Those few moments it took for Freya to stir felt like hours, but at last her eyes opened and a murmur came from her lips. Relief washed over Persephone, but just for a moment – her friend wasn’t out of the woods yet, but at least this was not another situation like Silvanus.

A small smile, of relief and reassurance, curled at Persephone’s lips.

“Of course,” she replied as Freya began to struggle. She rushed to support the other mare as best she could, pressing her body close so that Frey could lean all the weight she needed against her.

Once she was steady, Persephone took a step back and watched as she tended to her new-born and he began to make his first attempts to stand. It was such a precious, intimate moment, and Persephone felt honoured to have seen it. At Freya’s words she smiled and shook her head.

“No need to thank me. So long as you live in the Forest you will both have my help whenever you need it,” she replied, her gaze floating down to the tiny colt by her side, fumbling around as he took his first feed. “He’s beautiful, Freya. Congratulations.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh