[ prp ] Skull and Bones (Persephone Pyrefly & Lady Hellebore Grace)

[medigel]

The foal was a wanderer at heart, but Fall's Harvest always called her back before she strayed too far from its reach. Persephone couldn't say why that was. Maybe she had been born there? It was definitely the forefront of her earliest memories: fiery colored leaves falling around her, a small but bustling village her home for a short time, strange-looking folk out hawking wares or tending to a farm. Fall's Harvest was familiar, but more than that it held stories that drew her like moths to a flame. And like those moths, she hadn't the faintest clue what danger lurked in sating that curiosity.

Persephone had overheard a few times about a place called Death Lake. While the adults had clucked at her to stay away from its lingering shadows, that was what adults were supposed to do: they told you the rules, and then you decided which ones you were okay with! Besides, Death with a capital D didn't scare her. Death with a capital D meant cool or pretty skeleton designs, honoring the dead, spooky things coming out to play games, and more. And Death Lake had a special flower that she just had to have!

Still, she gave the adults a little bit of respect and made sure to go out in the day when it was brightest. The place was...eerie to be sure, but the foal floated about anyway, cheerfully lighting her own way. The lake was huge up ahead, but she could also see the white dots lining the edges that she wanted to grab: the amazing Skull Flower only grew here, and what spooky-aesthetic loving pony would she be if she didn't have at least one? Or two? Or more, if she could manage...