PERSEPHONE

Persephone’s expression creased with concern as she saw the fear flash across the stranger’s face, and the way she stumbled in her panic on what appeared to be an injured leg. Persephone remained still, although she wanted to reach out an help, in an attempt not to scare her further.

As soon as she heard the mare repeat her name, the thickness of her accent gave away the fact that this mare was no native to the islands. Persephone tilted her head, intrigued, as the woman gave a clumsy introduction of her own, and then spoke in a foreign tongue.

She shared a look with Creed, who seemed equally as confused and concerned. Her companion tried her best to communicate with Maeve, and Persephone attempted to do the same. She gestured with her nose towards Maeve’s leg and tried to repeat Creed’s question.

“Do you need to rest?” She paused a moment, then made a movement with her nose towards the depths of the trees. “This is the Forest. No one will hurt you here.”

She looked between herself and Creed, then back to Maeve, trying to gauge how much she might be able to understand. Her dark eyes were set on her, and she tried to repeat the most important word she could think of at that moment.

“Safe.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh