PERSEPHONE

Autumn was just around the corner. Soon the mares would start coming into heat, and there would be an added layer of tension that would sit across the islands. Things were already unstable, and Persephone dreaded any small thing that might throw their current, precarious peace off balance. The whole thing felt bound to come to a head any time now.

She needed allies.

It was with this thought in her mind that she was about to set out, for the first time in too long, to visit the other islands, when she caught sight of figures on the shore as she emerged from the trees. Persphone recognised Cherish, Macabre’s companion, and her young daughter. The other mare was a stranger. She looked tense, but otherwise non-aggressive, although Persephone picked up the pace in approaching the group anyway, just in case.

“Hello,” she greeted as she joined the trio. She offered Cherish and her daughter a warm smile, then turned her dark gaze to the stranger, her expression pleasant but guarded as she waited to confirm that this stranger was no threat.

“Is this a friend of yours, Cherish?” she asked simply, tilting her head a little. “I am Persephone, leader of the Forest.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh