PERSEPHONE

Persephone answered Creed’s call swiftly, finding her on the edge of the Forest, still damp from her swim. It had been a little while since she had seen the young mare, since Roheryn had expressed his interest in her. Creed was one of the earliest horses she had met on these islands that was still around, and Persephone had come to care for her quite deeply.

She still remembered coaching the frightened mare across the sea on the swim to Luthien, so terrified she was of the water. She remembered how Warsaw had used her in his games, how Persephone had felt like she had failed to protect her.

At times, she worried over her like a daughter.

So when she came across Creed then, fresh from the ocean, a strange sense of pride warmed her chest. A warm smile split across her lips, and a soft nicker escaped her nose as she drew near, offering her muzzle in salutation.

“Creed,” she greeted her, almost excitedly. “Have you been… swimming?”

She tilted her head, still smiling, as she looked at her dark companion. She had changed some since they first met. She seemed braver now, more confident, despite all that had happened in this Forest. It made Persephone happy.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh