PERSEPHONE

The frost of winter was melting, and the season of change was in the air. Persephone wandered her home, for the first time in a long time feeling restless and uncertain. She felt the same thoughts that had plagued her for the past months fluttering like butterflies in her stomach. She had pushed them down for so long, ignored them, but they returned again and again.

As much as she hated it, she felt that she finally had to answer to them.

Things had changed in recent years on the islands, and she did not have the friends and the connections that she once had. She longed for someone like Mariael or Shamwari to talk to, but they were long gone. Yet, as she wandered, she found herself veering towards the small river that marked the border between the edge of the Forest and the open Prairie beyond.

She looked out over the water, thoughtful and contemplative.

She remembered all the time she had spent there, the children she had brought up between these two lands. The love and the war. And she found herself gravitating towards it even still. Perhaps there was still someone that she could talk to.

She stepped into the water with a sigh, savouring the refreshing coolness of it against her skin.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh