She's got the devil's eyes
There is a particular loveliness in the stark wildness of Nerine. A brand of simple beauty that suits the blue and white mare quite well. While her heart had never claimed a land as strongly as so many others seemed to, she has to admit to having allowed the seaside kingdom to grow on her. Certainly it has been far more a home than anywhere else ever has before, and she is glad to call it hers.
It’s been quiet lately, but that does not bother her terribly much. She knows there are many that could be beckoned at its call, but she has no need to make it appear terrible or fearsome. The strength of this kingdom is a quiet one. Undeniable. And anyone foolish enough to believe a lack of noise a sign of weakness would quite quickly discover the error of their ways.
Still, a new face is a welcome sight, and when she sees the dappled woman enter the kingdom, she recognizes the woman to whom she had extended an invitation some weeks ago. Truthfully she is heartened to see she is not a mare to make decisions hastily. Heartfire has no desire to attract a wealth of fairweather bodies into her home. No, she is far more interested in those who might bring something of value to the kingdom. Quality over quantity, as one might say. And frankly, she has no patience for anyone who might only waste space.
Picking her way along a rocky path, she ascends the cliff face as she moves to meet Oona. She had been lingering among the shallow caves along the sea’s edge below, but the arrival of the rose-gray woman had drawn her away. Her greeting carries easily over the windswept grasses, though Heartfire does not reply until she draws near enough to speak comfortably.
“Oona,” she greets easily, blue eyes settling on her companion as she draws alongside her. “Welcome to Nerine.” She considers her briefly before adding, “Am I to assume you have come to a decision?”
and they'll cut you like a weapon