PERSEPHONE

The air was thick with humidity and musk, and the ground squelched slightly underfoot, filled with moisture, as Persephone made her way across the Lagoon’s border. It felt heavy, pressing against her skin, but not as heavy as the weight of disappointment resting on Persephone’s shoulders which she carried to her punishment.

This was the second defeat that Persephone had faced in far too short a time. She had never claimed to be some elite warrior, but it had become clear now that she had grown lax in her training, and that it had been far too long since her days sparring with the other men and women she had grown up with.

Something had to change. But for now, she had to serve her time.

There was nothing that could have convinced her to part with Talya, and so this trip was a welcome alternative, but she could hardly call it an enjoyable one. She didn’t venture far into the Lagoon before pausing to call out and announce her arrival, although she doubted it would take long for the men here to sniff her out even if she remained silent.

If nothing else, at least this would be an opportunity to learn more about the mysterious bachelors.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh