She's got the devil's eyes
She watches his approach with idle curiosity, recognizing the man immediately though they have never met. She may be a stranger to him, but he is less so to her. Especially since the time he had taken the throne, ascending onto a much more visible stage. As a monarch though, he could not be oblivious to the visibility of his position. Would likely not be surprised.
Her own expression, while carefully guarded, is amenable enough. Passive beneath the sharpness of her blue stare, easily masking whatever thoughts and emotions might fuel the heart that beats beneath. She returns his greeting with a faint tilt of her own head, acknowledging the friendly advancement.
“Hello Magnus,” she replies easily, her voice smooth, with only a slight inflection of neutral friendliness. Nerine had long had a steady relationship with the volcanic kingdom, and so she approaches it as such (as much as she is able to display such things). “I am Heartfire.”
She stands easily before him, as comfortable in this setting as she is in nearly any other. The Tephran heat warms her skin beneath the thick growth of her blue-white coat, but she pays it little mind. There are far worse discomforts in this world than mild humidity and a warm sun. She remains quiet and still as Magnus questions her purpose here, peering at him with an intensity that is difficult to match, but one honestly come by.
She certainly wouldn’t know how to be anything else.
“I thought I might introduce myself,” she finally offers by way of explanation. A great deal has changed, after all, and this visit is perhaps long overdue. She knows Nerine’s relations with their fellow kingdoms had grown somewhat stale and untended these last years. “You may or may not have heard, but Breckin no longer rules Nerine.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon