PERSEPHONE

The sound of shouting drew Persephone’s attention immediately. Her head snapped up from the ground where she had been nibbling casually at the shoots near the outskirts of the Forest, her ears were pricked and alert as she gauged the direction of the sound. Pressing forwards, edging out of the trees and their shadows, she saw two unfamiliar figures stood on the shore. From the screaming and their body language they certainly seemed distressed.

She set off to approach them, moving at a brisk trot down to the shore. As she grew closer, she let out a soft, short nicker to announce her presence, not wanting to startle the strangers, particularly while they were in a potentially emotionally volatile state. She could see now that the pair was a mare and a stallion, both pale, golden things. They looked alike, and Persephone wondered if they were related – their body language seemed intimate and comfortable around each other.

“Hello,” she greeted them, coming to a halt a short distance away. Her tone was polite and warm enough, but she watched them carefully as she spoke.

“Can I help you two? I’m Persephone, the lead of the Forest here.” She gave a brief gesture over her shoulder towards the trees with her nose, then returned her dark gaze to the pair, flicking between them both with curiousity.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh