PERSEPHONE

Persephone gave a nod of acknowledgement, and a small smile spread across her lips at the mention of Wasp’s name. If this mare was from the Peak, she could at least be fairly sure she was trustworthy, and that they were on the same side.

“Wasp is a good woman, friends of the Peak are always welcome here. It is my pleasure, Nekharat,” she replied, her tone warming some.

There was only a brief pause, then, before Nekharat moved on to business. Persephone respected that, always in favour of getting to the point, particularly when both minds were on the same track. She bobbed her head in agreement, considering the woman’s words as her dark eyes scanned Nekharat’s face.

“That sounds like a sensible plan to me – you can count on support from the Forest as long as I can provide it. Do you anticipate an escalation? Or have your eye on someone?”

Persephone titled her head, her questions gently probing. It was, of course, good practice to reassure alliances and friendships on a regular basis, but if there was a more anticipatory reason for the Peak mare’s visit, then Persephone wanted to be kept abreast of the relevant events.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh