PERSEPHONE

Persephone listened with interest to Zevulun’s reply, nodding along understandingly. It must have been difficult for him, without his sister, but he didn’t linger on the topic, and so Persephone didn’t either. She offered him a small smile of comfort as he paused.

“Well you will always be welcome here. And I’m sure you would grow into a fine leader, if that is the path you choose to go down,” she replied.

There was a lull then, in which they both seemed to have things to think about, and she felt the conversation drawing to a close. Zevulun spoke of finding his son in the Prairie, and she gave a nod of understanding.

“Of course,” she said with a bob of her head. “Stay in touch.”

They exchanged a breath in parting, and Persephone watched as he walked away, a bittersweet feeling of nostalgia and hope mixing in her chest as the pale figure disappeared into the shadows. They would see each other again.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh