PERSEPHONE

Persephone shivered as she stepped from the ocean, salty streams trickling down her legs. Her breath plumed faintly above her nostrils. Luthien was temperate now, its cool breezes a pleasant relief from the warmth of the summer, but here was almost as cold as the depths of winter already to Persephone.

She sighed, frustration carried in her breath.

She had been in this situation too many times now. Although her expression remained stoic, she had felt like a failure when she had had to tell the herd she was leaving again. How could she gain their respect if she couldn’t even protect them from one annoying little fly? Things had to change. Persephone would make them so, as soon as she returned home, and she had the whole of autumn to dwell on it.

It was these thoughts that filled her mind as she made the cold walk to the Inlet.

The only solace she could find was that she had left Evren in charge of the Forest, and she trusted her to look after it and everyone in it.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh