PERSEPHONE

Again, a foreign word caught Persephone’s ear. It was intriguing to hear something other than the common tongue, and his response was just as interesting. So he wasn’t alone, then, but his sister was lost. His expression seemed to match his words, and Persephone believed him even with her recent experience in deceptive men.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied, ducking her head with a small frown. “What is your sister’s name? Perhaps if I run into her on my travels I can point her your way.”

At Kasan’s next question, Persephone’s frown relaxed and she nodded her head. It was one of her favourite topics after all, and one she would have liked to have someone primer her upon when she first arrived.

“There are four small islands like this one, Atlantis, off the main Crossing isle. Luthien, my home, is temperate and run by myself and my ally Shamwari. My other ally, Mariael holds Tinuvel along with Warsaw – a freezing cold place, not for the weak of body. Then there is Salem, the desert island. Valve and Evren used to rule the place, but I have not heard from them I some time – I think they have moved on, but I have yet to meet the new leaders.”

She paused a moment, allowing the information to be digested before she posed her own questions.

“I take it you have come from somewhere quite far away, judging by your tongue, Kasan?” she asked lightly, tone polite. “How are you finding them so far?”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh