She's got the devil's eyes
Once, long ago, they had shared something between them. Even she could not deny that. And perhaps that is what had made it worse, what had made their inevitable break as harsh and painful as it had been. Heartfire does not trust easily, and once lost, there is no regaining it.
He had tossed it away so easily though. She wonders then, had a moment’s foolishness been worth all that to him? She can see with her own eyes that life has not been so kind to him as it had her since they’d parted ways. Perhaps it is only now, after so many years, he has learned to regret.
Still, if he did, it had come far too late.
Shifting idly, Heartfire considers Wyrm openly. She had never been shy with her gaze, but knowing he cannot see her is freeing, in a way. She might never truly release her careful control, but he would never know if even a hint of her thoughts or emotions ever spilled onto her features. Would never know what she did not deliberately share with him. He might have believed he was saving himself from her by tearing his own eyes from his skull, but truthfully, it is an act that had freed her far more than it ever freed him.
She listens as he makes his plea, seemingly unmoved by the way he speaks, unperturbed by the way he begins to sink into the ground, disappearing until only his bony torso and head rise above the earth. She finds herself staring down at him, curious what he thought this particular display might accomplish. If he had thought it might demonstrate his own weakness, he was very wrong in his assumptions. If anything, it showed her more of his capabilities than he might have cared to impart.
Still, she considers his plea carefully. It had not truly answered the question she had posed. He hadn’t told her why he wished it, only that it was the last wish of a dying man. She holds her skepticism close, but she had learned a great deal of their grandson these last several years. And she knows the gold and blue stallion holds no great love for his grandfather. Knows he would never lower his guard before him.
It is only that knowledge that convinces her to do as he asks, not the half-hearted plea he had made. If anything, Wolfbane deserved to have his say before the green shifter as well. And Heartfire would rather have some control of such a situation rather than none. Wyrm might have changed, but he had not changed that much. He would find another way to locate Wolfbane if she did not help him.
“Very well,” she finally clips out, though he must know it is not without caveats. “But understand that I will be who you answer to if your intentions prove less than pure.” And make no mistake, she would be watching.
and they'll cut you like a weapon