PERSEPHONE

Persephone gave an amused chuckle at Zevulun’s admittance of being a troublemaker himself. Raising daughters had been hard enough, she could only imagine what raising a son might be like. Thankfully, that was not something that she had to worry about anymore.

A more serious expression flitted across Zevulun’s face when she asked him about the Prairie, however, and Persephone tilted her head at him, curious and ready to listen. When he spoke, his sentences were a little stumbling and she could feel the embarrassment radiating from him. She listened patiently, digesting the story as it came.

So he had gotten himself entangled in an uncomfortable tryst. She didn’t envy his position, in fact it reminded her a little of her own sour recent memories of Evren’s betrayal. She gave a small smile at his joke, and let out a little sigh of her own.

“That does sound complicated,” she replied, contemplating her words. “You are always welcome to stay here in the Forest – especially if your ass needs saving –” She gave him a playful look. “but I expect it might be better in the long run if you can talk to them.”

She paused a moment, wondering if she had good advice for these kinds of situations anymore.

“I expect the woman is scared and confused, but don’t give up trying to address it with her. The truth will out sooner or later if she is in foal, and I can’t expect Balor’s reaction will improve any if she continues to put it off. I know from experience it hurts more to be the last to know.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh