She's got the devil's eyes
She watches her approach, expression carefully neutral, brilliant blue eyes assessing. It’s clear the woman that greets her is not entirely sure what to make of her, though her thoughts do not show in her features or the cautious turn of her form. But then, Heartfire is not their typical visitor either. Though she waits patiently on the border, only a fool would fail to notice the confidence in her posture, the lack of accompaniment. Notable enough that the antlered mare would no doubt realize she is not your typical run-of-the-mill diplomat.
She wonders how candidly Kagerus might be willing to speak. What she has seen of her tells Heartfire she might do so, but in the Queen Caretaker’s mind, she is as yet little more than a stranger. One who had appeared on her doorstep with little fanfare and even less notice. But then, Heartfire has never particularly cared to have her business bandied about. A primary reason she so often attends to such matters herself, with no eyes or ears beyond those necessary.
She knows how well information can be so easily stolen. And the more who were privvy to such information, the more likely someone might stumble upon it.
“Hello Kagerus.” She returns her contemporary’s greeting with ease, her voice level, confident. “I suppose we haven’t met, per se, but neither are we stranger’s.” One corner of her lips twitches faintly at that, as close to humor as she ever truly gets. “I am Heartfire,” she introduces, answering the woman’s first question with casual simplicity. “I am sure word has not made its way to you yet, but Breckin has stepped down as Nerine’s Queen and given that title to me.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon