PERSEPHONE

Persephone lifted her head at the sound of the call. Much had changed on the islands of late, and she had accepted the increasing number of guests and inhabitants with a wary kind of interest. The war of recent years had passed, but the memory and the threat of such a thing occurring again yet lingered in Persephone’s mind.

She located her visitor swiftly, and was pleased to find a mare whose body language was purposeful but unaggressive. Persephone’s dark eyes scanned the woman’s lithe, red form, gleaming in the strong sunlight that filtered down through the leafy canopy above. She did not recognise the girl, but she appeared confident, as if walking into the Forest was no mere accident.

“Hello,” Persephone greeted her simply, drawing to a halt a few paces in front of the mare. “Welcome to the Forest. I am Persephone, the lead here. Can I help you?”

She gave a curious tilt of her head, her tail flicking idly at her side to keep the flies at bay.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh