Persephone

[a_fell]

The seasons are mild on Persephone, and at Southdown Abbey the late summer is just ripening into autumn when Serenity touches down. There’s only one figure waiting to greet the ship this time, and if one were to look closely, one would see the tired wrinkles that have taken up residence around his eyes, the mild red chafing on hands that have spent a little too long digging through the dirt of various garden patches. It’s likely to be a cold winter.

He’s smiling, though, when the cargo hold’s door opens.