This is another piece about an NPC in Color of Dreams. We were on a long hiatus in February and now I have the game on the brain. This piece is set in time immediately after the daring (and disastrous) rescue of Kalarus from the Imperial Army. This is the same Persephone mentioned in the “Introspection in Wundersplatt” piece. Comments in brackets are provided for the readers’ context.
Persephone’s hand tightened on her quarterstaff. She so desperately wanted to turn around and thwack Kalarus upside of the head with it. But she had already done that once tonight, and it had cost her the only home she’d ever known. Even if it had been for his own good. She kept walking and was quickly swallowed up by the shadows of the forest. She clicked quietly, and her horse came trotting to her side. The beast was tired she knew, but she wanted to put a few miles between her and the boy she had once called Lord before rider and mount rested.
She slid her quarterstaff into its sling and mounted up easily. She pointed the horse’s nose north and let it walk at its own pace, picking slowly through the velvety darkness of a forest at night. She knew this patch of woodland was not large, and all too soon she would think longingly of the trees’ protection from unfriendly eyes. Continue reading