PERSEPHONE

The call snatched Persephone’s attention. Unfamiliar visitors always did, of course, especially men, but this one grabbed her in particular – it was not often that someone visited calling for Evren, and even less often were those visitors men. Things had changed, in many ways, between Persephone and Evren over the past year, and she could not help the immediate prickle of suspicion that came over her upon hearing the call.

Neither could she help the temptation to answer it, without waiting to see if Evren approached him first.

She found the stranger on the outskirts of the trees, fresh from the swim to Luthien, judging by the dampness of his flashily splashed coat. He was a tall, slender thing, and Persephone approached him with confidence in her step, as always making it clear to potentially troublesome visitors that she was not intimidated by their presence.

She drew to a halt in front of him, keeping a respectable distance. Her dark eyes were trained keenly on his face, eager to read his expression and his reactions.

“Can I help you?” she began, her voice calm and even. “I am Persephone, the lead here.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh