She's got the devil's eyes
Heartfire is familiar with the vagarious whims of magic. She has seen enough of it to know that, sometimes, things may appear as though they have no sense or meaning. Invariably it is untrue. Ultimately it is always only the beholders lack of understanding that causes magic to seem senseless and without logic.
Perhaps there is no reason at times, but always there is an explanation if one cares to dig deep enough.
And so, where others might peer at the jeweled girl before her and see madness, Heartfire only sees a child who had been caught in a maelstrom. Her body may have matured too rapidly, but the mind is not so easily coerced by those same magics. While the blue and white mare may be many things, she is still a mother too. And Briella’s soft admission stirs those dormant instincts, drawing her closer.
Her lips move to the ice-encrusted mane, gently grooming the heavy strands in a comforting gesture. Anyone of passing acquaintance might be shocked to see such a thing. But anyone who truly knew her knew also that, beneath the well-practiced mask of disinterest, she has a heart that beats and an abiding love for those she considers her family.
She listens without interrupting as the girl stumbles through her tale. Heartfire could, of course, see everything if she so desired. But sometimes one can learn more by listening than by observing. And in a moment such as this, where there is nothing she can do to alter the past, it is Briella’s current well-being that she truly needs to discern.
“You found your way back Briella, and that is all that matters,” she answers softly, withdrawing slightly to peer thoughtfully at the young woman’s altered features. “If Pell truly was there, I imagine he needs to find his own path.”
Her sudden, excited exclamation brings a faint tilt to her lips. Of course, the plague had been banished for some time now. For Briella though, it may as well have only been yesterday. “So I hear,” she humors her with faint amusement. “It seems I have too.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon