this old world has brought me pain
               but there's hope for me again

The arrival of Birdsong had heralded a change in fortune for the sunset mare. It had been a mere few weeks since she had been offered a position in the Hidden Falls herd and accepted, despite whatever misgivings she might have had about the method of her recruitment. Though terrified at first, Archibald had managed to calm her fears and convince her to follow him home. Persephone hadn't realized just how lonely she had been during her time in the Halcyon Flats; within a herd, she was beginning to flourish. She had filled in the flesh around her barrel that had been showing ribs (if only just) before, had taken her first real bath in seasons to clean herself of the sand and grime that had ingrained itself in her mane and tail. As she left the safety of the Falls on this particular Birdsong day, the sunset mare was almost glowing, so lustrous was her colorful pelt, so finely-spun was her untangled mane and tail. For the first time in many moons, Persephone felt good about herself.

She had heard tales of the beautiful plateau of flowers from her new herd mates, many of whom had been surprised to discover that she had not explored Helovia further during her time within its borders. The Heavenly Fields, they assured her, were a safe place to visit, close enough to the herd's lands that Persephone would be well-protected should she find herself in need. And so, with her courage boosted by the warmth of a welcoming family, the sunset mare set out one morning to explore the land, curious to see what Helovia had to offer.

The morning was bright and airy, the type of spring morning that makes the birds sing even more beautifully than normal. Finding the entrance of the Hidden Falls had been fairly easy, and once she emerged from their shadows, Persephone turned to the north and began the trek to the Fields. Spring had always been her favorite time of year: it was so full of new beginnings and life. She passed by a robin's nest, its protector baring her red chest as she chittered at the mare that passed below; soon after, the mare came upon a fox hole, where she could just make out a litter of pups (or were they called kits? She could never remember) peering into the sunlight. With a smile, the mare moved on.

When Persephone reached the bottom of the path, she paused to survey her surroundings. Before her lay a narrow, rocky path to the summit of the plateau; that was how she would go forward. Behind her was a forest filled with life and new birth, a gentle breeze drifting through the greenery above. A little brook bubbled with glee somewhere to her left, though she couldn't quite make out where it was through the bushes. The mare lingered, entranced by the beauty and innocence of her surroundings, no longer pulled by the desire to ascend the cliff's face.

Persephone