PERSEPHONE

It was not until much later in the day that Persephone heard a familiar voice call out for her. She had been toying with her emotions much of the day, wondering who to talk to first and how to talk to them. Perhaps the decision could be made for her instead. She made her way towards the caller, winding her way through the dense copse of trees until she caught sight of the tall chestnut in one of the Forest’s small clearings.

She gave a brief, low nicker to announce her arrival, careful not to startle the woman. Maeve seemed a timid, quiet soul, mostly – and with good reason, too – but she had been a resident of the Forest for a long time now. She had been one of the earlier arrivals, in fact. Despite them rarely talking with too much depth, the length of their connection left Persephone with a certain feeling of fondness and protectiveness over the other mare.

She gave a bob of her head and a small smile in greeting.

“Maeve,” she said simply, drawing closer to her before stopping and resting one hind leg as she looked at her companion.

“How are you doing?” she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh