She's got the devil's eyes
She had not come as a kindness to him. No, perhaps it is foolish, but she had come here today to demonstrate, at long last, she had made the right decision all those years ago. And she had, she thinks now. She may regret many things in her life, but this would not be one of them.
She watches him, blue eyes sharp, faintly skeptical, as responds to her rebuke. He tells her things she already knows, of course, but she is curious why he might now show such concern for his remaining living child, for the numerous grandchildren he has scattered throughout Beqanna. He had not shown interest in them in a very long time. Until now. Until today, when he had growled her name into the wind.
As he continues, she thinks he understands this is the last time she would answer him in such a way. Perhaps the last time they would ever see each other. For all his faults, she knows he does not lack intelligence. And for all their time apart, he still knows her well enough to know her limits only stretch so far. Certainly he must remember she never gives more than a single warning.
Though she knows a great deal (information coming so easily to her with her unique abilities), she cannot read thoughts or intentions. Does not know the full story behind his fascination with their grandson. Does not trust his intentions towards the blue and gold stallion. Even the way his skin ripples from green to blue does nothing to sway her. Nothing to foster such trust.
He’d worn such a similar color the night their children had been conceived, and for all that his skin matches the blue of their son, she too easily sees Wyrm behind it.
The silence stretches between them after he makes his plea. He had offered her little incentive to do as he asked, and she wonders then if he truly thought she would betray her grandson so easily. Perhaps they had shared a trust between them once, but that had long since been shattered. The silence stretches so long that one could almost wonder if she would even deign to answer. Finally though, a single word breaks the silence between them. A single, heavy question. “Why?”
and they'll cut you like a weapon