PERSEPHONE

The quiet of the Forest had once been comforting to Persephone – a sign that her home was protected, empty of enemies who might seek to hurt her. But now it haunted her, pricked at her spine like the feeling of someone watching her, unseen in the shadows. She had tasted the pleasure of family surrounding her, and now they had faded away she missed them.

And she worried for them.

With a body as restless as her mind, Persephone paced up and down one of the Forest’s larger clearings. She needed something to take her mind of things, to occupy her physically and mentally. A journey was the only thing for it. She hadn’t been to the Crossing in some time, and she had a trip to the Peak to make also. The meeting with Macabre hung heavily in her mind still, and she intended to keep her promise.

With purpose, she set off at a march through the trees, heading towards the shore of Luthien.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh