She's got the devil's eyes
If there is anything that Heartfire could be said to be obsessed with, it would be the cultivation of the… right relationships. It’s true she has little diplomatic finesse, but that does not mean her words are issued without a great deal of forethought. No, in fact, quite the opposite is true. Her words are rarely offered unless they have some meaning or substance.
Whether or not her companion of the moment can understand the subtext though, is another thing entirely. But she doesn’t need others to understand subtext in order to plant ideas or turn certain gears one notch this way or that. She is a great believer in the ripple effect, after all.
Besides, there are many, many types of relationships. Her expertise lies much more in cultivating the unseen and ignored aspects of those relationships.
And if there is anyone who might understand such a thing, it’s the woman even now approaching her. Of course, there is much more at stake here than something both women would consider quite banal. A deeper game afoot that serves to both intrigue and give pause to the blue roan. A situation that would require far more care than she normally gives such things.
She is entirely unsurprised by Starsin’s knowledge of her. She must know at least something of her abilities, even if this is the first time they’re meeting. After all, she does know her grandson. Still, she would try not to give too much away (not that she is particularly known for extending the same courtesy to others).
Lips twitching faintly, she eyes the dappled mare openly, foregoing any semblance of proper diplomacy. Given the situation however, she doubts Starsin will object. “Is there really any point to answering that?” she retorts, answering with the rhetorical question of her own. They both already know the answer, of course. After a moment, she continues wryly, “You must already know why I’m here.” She pauses then almost thoughtfully, though she does not wait for an affirmation before continuing. Really, why bother with the idle talk when they both already know how pointless it is?
“I do wonder though,” she asks slowly, her blue eyes are sharp as they fix on Starsin, a cunning knowledge evident in the pointed line of questioning. “why you obey Castile so readily. It seems…” She trails off, but she does not doubt Starsin can see how that sentence would end. Ill-fitting. Unlikely. As though she’d failed to realize how much more she could be.
and they'll cut you like a weapon