She's got the devil's eyes
Curiosity is a vital thing. An endless lure that Heartfire knows far too well. And something she finds supremely beneficial in others when directed appropriately. Perhaps the girl had lived a somewhat sheltered life, but curiosity is something Heartfire can understand. Something she can hone. A useful talent - more so than any number of others the girl before her might have possessed.
Astana had lived a somewhat idyllic childhood to this point. A fact the roan mare can see as clearly as she can see the trees rambling through the forest. She might have seen some incredible things, but for all of that, it is a limited knowledge. One of splendor and wonder rather than intrigue and secrets. For all that, she sees a great deal of potential in this child, and she wonders then if her parents would even bother to seek her out. And if they did, would they find her?
Possibly. Possibly not. Only time would tell.
Her gaze softens almost imperceptibly as she gazes down at the innocent delight suffusing Astana’s golden features. It’s easy to forget the simplicity children can bring to one’s life. Something she so often lacks in her own. Perhaps it would do her some good to have a child to remind her of these things from time to time.
“I was from the desert once too,” she replies, sharing the simple, near-forgotten fact without prompting. A rare thing for the blue and white woman. “Unfortunately there are no more true deserts here. Perhaps you’d like to stay with me until we can discover where you belong?”
She neglects to mention she could easily obtain that information. There would be plenty of time for that later, after she had decided what to do. After she had some time to consider the potential in this situation more fully.
and they'll cut you like a weapon