PERSEPHONE

Persephone smiled at Bacardi’s words. Home. It resonated within her, particularly at this moment. More than anywhere in her life before she had come here, and quite possibly more than anywhere she would ever go in the future, Luthien felt like home. When she stood in the quiet of the Forest, she felt the rustling of the trees and the sounds of the birds as clearly as she felt the blood coursing through her veins.

“Well, in that case, welcome back to Luthien,” she said. “It’s always good to have a familiar face as a neighbour.”

At the mention of Maeve and Grizel, Persephone made a sound of acknowledgement and gave a nod of her head. Bacardi got to the point quickly, which was something Persephone didn’t mind. She liked those who could be direct, and in this case their minds were alike anyway. For Persephone, unity on Luthien was important. It was always better to have a friend at your back than a foe, and although alliances were not something to be entered into likely, the decision was made easier when it came to someone she already knew.

“I would be willing to uphold my side of the alliance once again, so long as you are yours. How are you finding the Thicket? I hope it serves you better than the Savanna this time, as you say.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh