She's got the devil's eyes
Their shared candor is rather pleasing to the roan mare, and a faint thread of satisfaction works slowly through her. Though this does not show on the delicate lines of still features, there is a sense of companionship here. A tingle of shared understanding. Perhaps, on the surface, the two women may seem as though they have little in common, but Heartfire very much doubts that is true.
No, they are far more alike than anyone might realize. She had only to encourage Kensa realize that now too.
Though Heartfire could hardly be considered promiscuous, it is not because she believes herself above such things. No, Heartfire had long ago realized her strengths do not lie in the amorous arts. It would have been a waste of her talents to make any attempt to refine such things. However, in the right hands, such skills could be incredibly useful. And incredibly powerful, if one cared to wield it as such.
The subtly prying questions Heartfire had posed to Kensa served far more than mere inquisitiveness. The answers were hardly the point (though they were certainly useful). No, it was the way in which her companion answered them that proved far more insightful.
“And why not?” she asks on the tail of her demurring comment. “Would your response be the same, if Hyaline had been hurt by it?” She probes deeper, digging into the heart of it, the curiosity honed by a decidedly pointed edge. Perhaps the woman before her didn’t wish to admit it, but she must realize that her actions have not been entirely for her amusement. Perhaps that played the primary role, but she had not allowed pursuit of her amusements to harm her kingdom.
And that is the start of it, isn’t it? Certainly Heartfire had not originally sought to capitalize on her abilities. In fact, much like Kensa, she had used her sight primarily to amuse herself. The recognition of the benefits beyond amusement had come only when opportunity had presented itself. And she had dared to seize it.
“We all once pretended we weren’t interested in power,” Heartfire says after a momentary silence, amusement tinging the surprisingly gentle edges of her voice. “But at some point, the pretense no longer holds.” She pauses then, her gaze sharp on Kensa. “How much longer do you think you have Kensa?”
and they'll cut you like a weapon