PERSEPHONE

The stranger dropped his head as she approached, and he spoke politely. It seemed clear he was not here to cause trouble, and Persephone allowed herself to relax some. At his addressing her as ‘miss’, she gave an amused smile. He certainly seemed as young as he looked.

Her momentary amusement, however, was quickly overtaken by curiosity as he mentioned that his father was Ruger. That explained the glimmer of familiarity in his face, she supposed. As for the girls he mentioned, Persephone considered the description but it didn’t spark any recognition.

“Ah, I know your father. I thought you looked a little familiar. How is Ruger?” she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

She paused a moment, then moved on to his next question, which she assumed was the true purpose of his visit.

“I’m afraid I don’t know those names, and we don’t have anybody living here with those markings. Where are they coming from?”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh