She's got the devil's eyes
Change is inevitable, bearing perpetually down upon them with grinding force. Few can see the way it happens, lost in their own small pockets of the world. Heartfire though, she sees it. Sees too much of it. And it is something she could never hope to lose sight of, could never hope to forget.
Even Nerine is not immune.
Eurwen, young though she is, has already had such world-weariness forced upon her in many ways. It’s no surprise the girl might seek solace in the shores. Might seek to escape the heavy weight that had so recently dropped on her shoulders. Heartfire can understand the burden of such a weight. She had never truly been given the opportunity to have a childhood either. She had always seen too much, had always known too much. Had always done too much.
Though Heartfire has always rushed headlong into the wild unknown, in many other ways, she had once share many similarities to the young heir. Enough to know that Eurwen had not been fully ready for the responsibility that had so rapidly descended upon her.
And that is why her training has become a part of her job. The girl expects lessons no doubt. One’s like what she receives from her parents. But Heartfire has never been inclined toward such things. Has never been traditional in her teachings. So that is why today, on a day when Eurwen wishes only to escape, to breath, Heartfire goes to her. It is those days that she would find herself learning the most.
While she does not hide her presence, she remains silent, watchful, curious. The girl is focused on her rocks, practising a recently granted ability. Honing those skills that one day she might use them to her advantage. Heartfire had been there once. Had spent hours practicing, perfecting. Creating. Destroying.
So she says nothing. Instead she watches, and she waits. In time, Eurwen would notice her there. In time, she would be ready to talk.
and they'll cut you like a weapon