She's got the devil's eyes
It’s not often the roan mare elects to pause and visit in the meadows. Most often, if she is found here, it is merely because she is passing through as she chases some piece of information or another. But today, of all days, something gives her pause as she strides through the late fall grasses, golden stalks tickling the underside of her belly.
Truthfully, she might not have even given it a second thought had her gaze not caught on a familiar figure grazing not too distantly. She slows, blue gaze fixing thoughtfully on the mare, so similar in appearance to herself, and yet vastly different. It takes a moment for the ancient information to filter through her thoughts, for recognition of a mare met many long years ago to settle.
She might have continued even then however, were she not curious enough to filter for information and discover just where the mare had settled. And even then, were it not for the unrest rising in that particular land, she might still have gone. But all of that is true, and so rather than pressing onward, she turns and approaches, gaze sharp as it settles with a seemingly benign curiosity on the winged mare.
“Carwyn,” she greets blandly, interrupting her meal with little thought. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
and they'll cut you like a weapon
Hahaha, so I forgot they met aaaaages ago when Devin played her. But it was a brief convo so nothing much really happened.