PERSEPHONE

Fall was such a beautiful season. Although many of the Forest’s trees were evergreens, Persephone enjoyed watching the rest of them start to turn, dotting the emerald canopy with an autumnal rainbow of yellow, orange, amber and crimson. Soon enough they would begin to fall, and her steps would be punctuated by a satisfying crunching. Luthien was such a steady, constant kind of place to live in its climate that the display of obvious change made a nice surprise each year.

There was a crispness to the air, and a cool, clean scent running through it. Persephone breathed it in deeply, filling her lungs with the freshness of it. After much time and contemplation, she was beginning to feel more at ease again with her recent decisions. She felt lighter, clearer, as though the cold air was finally blowing away all the cobwebs that had been plaguing her as of late.

And so she moved through the Forest easily that morning, making her rounds. There was something close to a spring in her step as she meandered loosely along her borders, her eyes and ears alert for the sight or sound of any passing residents or visitors she might run into.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh