She's got the devil's eyes
There is little in her kingdom that Heartfire misses. And the pale, shadow-touched king of Pangea being chased by cackling hyenas? Well, that is something she most certainly does not miss. Why he had chosen Nerine for his little escapade, she’s not entirely certain. But she does know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she is not ready for Castile to accuse her of murdering his favorite ally.
And frankly, well, her curiosity is piqued.
While she does not doubt madness would be enough to cause his wildly imprecise suicide attempt, she has a feeling there is something more behind it. And Heartfire does not particularly care for mysteries. Especially ones that have the potential to affect her kingdom’s political relations before she’s ready for it.
As it happens, Litotes flight across the plateau had garnered more attention than merely her own. A golden mare dashes close on his heels, one new to Beqanna, though Heartfire had seen her features gracing the wood at her southern border. And Neverwhere, for all her self-imposed apathy, cannot seem to help but take notice of the odd little duo. While Heartfire doubts her intentions are as purely motivated as Elaina’s, she does move to intercept the pair before they tumble from the cliff.
But alas, their efforts seem to be in vain.
However, Heartfire had not been inclined to watch anyone dash from a cliff-top. And it had been a simple enough matter to tweak the sight, a small change, so that the cliff appeared to be some fifty paces sooner than it actually was. Rather than tumbling over the edge of the cliff, as they had doubtless thought would happen, they instead tumbled into pit hastily created by the roan queen.
Walking in an almost relaxed manor to the edge of the hole, she peers down, eyes gleaming with something unreadable, an expression akin to exasperation tinging her features. With a soft sigh, she greets them simply with, “I hope that was worth it.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon