PERSEPHONE

As the other mare met her gaze, Persephone noticed that one of them was milky and, she assumed, blind. An unusual scar marked the surrounding skin, and she wondered what had caused them. Persephone’s intrigue would have to wait, however, as she knew better than to ask such personal questions of someone she just met – particularly if she wanted to make a good impression.

Daciana, the other mare introduced herself. The final leader of Salem, it seemed like fate that she had come to visit Persephone after her attempts to curry favour between her heard and the desert island. She wanted to know a little more about this mare before she signed up for anything, but it was a welcome change and a positive sign that she was here seeking an alliance rather than stirring up trouble, as too many had been as of late.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Daciana. I am familiar with some of your neighbouring leaders, Shaydowfax and Cain,” she began, relaxing her posture a little as she began to talk and tilting her head in curiosity.

She wanted to see how much this woman knew, and if she was on the right side of things.

“I prefer to make friends rather than enemies. How long have you been ruling the Badlands? Have you heard about the trouble brewing across the islands?”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh