PERSEPHONE

A soft nicker broke Persephone’s reverie. She turned her head and was surprised to see a familiar face. Once she had not seen for a long time, but a familiar one nonetheless. He was older now, the youthful softness to his face and body diminished by the years. She had to search for the name in her mind for a moment, but it came to her eventually.

“Bacardi,” she replied, turning towards him and stepping out of the water.

She offered him a small smile and a nod of her head in greeting. Time seemed to be making a fool of her often as of late, toying with her memory and her nostalgia. This was just another strange incidence to add to her ever growing list. It felt like there were flies in her mind lately, flitting about where she couldn’t reach to swat them.

She shook her head, a futile attempt to clear it.

“It’s been a long time. What brings you to the Forest?” she asked, tilting her head and shifting her weight to one side.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh