PERSEPHONE

Persephone offered a small smile and nod of her head as the mare repeated her words, mirroring Creed’s reassurance. They seemed to be making progress, if only very marginally. She at least seemed to have relaxed a little in their presence, and seemed trusting enough to attempt to share more – or at least what little they could understand.

Maeve began a kind of mime then, in what appeared to be a physical illustration of whatever she was trying to say in her native language. Persephone frowned a little in contemplation as she watched, trying to decipher the meaning as best she could. She glanced at Creed, listening if she had any suggestions.

It was only when Maeve turned around that her story became somewhat clear. Persephone clenched her teeth – it was an even worse attack than she might have feared. She returned Creed’s dismayed look before turning her attention back to Maeve.

She gave a slight nod, to show that she understood, or at least thought so.

“Come with us,” Persephone said simply, gesturing back towards the Forest again and beginning to turn towards it.

“Nobody will ever do that to you here,” she added, pointing back to Maeve’s injury with a little shake of her head in an attempt to convey her meaning. “You will be safe.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh