PERSEPHONE

Persephone watched carefully for the stallion’s reaction. She noted the way he flinched and seemed to come out of a reverie. Distracted, then, it seemed – unlikely to be here plotting trouble or some kind of attack in that case, but she remained cautious anyway as she listened to his words, ears pricked forwards attentively.

Ruger, he introduced himself as, but more surprisingly he referred to her by name. So he head heard of her then. From where? She eyed him curiously, watching in silence for a moment as she processed his words and considered her response. His demeanour was calm and polite enough, and didn’t seem to be up to any trouble.

Just then, as he offered to leave, Persephone came to her decision. She shook her head, forcing a more pleasant expression to her face to welcome her guest. It was not quite friendly, but it was agreeable.

“No,” she replied, grasping her tongue again. “You can stay. What brings you to the Forest, Ruger? And might I ask who told you about me?”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh