PERSEPHONE

Persephone’s head tilted at the mention of Shamwari. He was her oldest and only remaining ally on the islands as of present time. Perhaps if this stranger had a good relationship with him, she had nothing too much to fear from him at least. She gave a small nod of approval.

At his question, then, she became thoughtful. Her lips melted into a small, soft smile.

“It wasn’t too bad, I suppose,” she replied, almost playful. “You are welcome here, Ruger, as long as you return as friend and not foe.”

She gave him a look that suggested she was only half joking.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh