PERSEPHONE

Persephone answered the call quickly, as she always did, but especially as of late with all of the conflict that had invaded her life in the Forest. The sound came from the edge of her territory, and as Persephone broke through the treeline she saw a stranger on the shore.

Her dark eyes scanned the figure carefully – a speckled, spotted woman, who appeared to be waiting calmly and patiently. A small wave of relief washed over Persephone, as she did not immediately interpret such a figure as a threat, although of course she remained cautious in her thinking as she approached the mare.

The distraction was a welcome one. Persephone had been having second thoughts about the idea she had brought to Shamwari – she had been emotional, and foolish in her timing, she had not been thinking logically. Yet, she could not shake the feeling that something had changed within her – that it was too late to change her mind, to shake off the whole incident as an awkward encounter.

To stand there thinking about it any longer would drive her crazy, so she turned her mind and her gaze towards her visitor.

“Greetings,” she began, her tone even and polite. “Welcome to the Forest, I am Persephone, the leader here. Can I help you?”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh