She's got the devil's eyes
Heartfire is not a woman given to surprise, but she would have been surprised to learn of Kagerus’ urge to burst into to giggles. But then, Heartfire had never been what one might consider carefree, or given to child-like penchants. Even when she was a child, she seems to have lacked that aspect of a child’s character.
Perhaps it would have been amusing to her, to learn such a thing, but even so, one might never have guessed it. Her amusement has always been hard-won, and even more rarely expressed. A pity perhaps, but she has never felt it’s lack.
Instead the blue and white mare merely peruses her companion’s features, her own expression remaining even in spite of the curiosity that fuels her study. Kagerus seems unperturbed by her introduction, or by the announcement of her ascension to Nerine’s throne. But then, she had never been a close acquaintance of the spotted mare who had previously ruled the northern kingdom. Indeed, even her earnest expression was coated in diplomacy, one likely fueled by little more than her desire to know if their respective Kingdom’s still stood on good terms. Though Heartfire has rarely had need for any great diplomacy, she can respect that the woman before her might. “She has not,” she replies easily, answering her unspoken question simply. “Breckin stepped down freely and I ascended with the full support of Nerine’s people.”
Stepping forward, Heartfire tilts her head faintly, acknowledging Kagerus’ hope that the relationship between their kingdom’s remain. She too has similar hopes, though her antlered companion is correct in that their past relationship is not truly why she had come. No, she had been watching events unfold for some time now. And it is those events that had spurred her visit, rather than anything else that might have come before. She cannot read the future, of course, but she has seen enough that she might guess at its course.
“You are correct,” she affirms after a moment of silence, accepting the Queen’s invitation to join her in the Cove. “Though I do think that what I have to say… demands privacy, perhaps.”
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