She's got the devil's eyes
Heartfire is not a woman given to whims. Nor is she one who is particularly easy to please. So that she finds herself rather whimsically pleased in the wake of this conversation could be either very intriguing or very dangerous.
Only time would tell which of those it is.
Regardless, Kensa had answered her questions exactly as she might have wished, and for now, that is more than satisfactory. While it’s true things today are far from decided, this is a very good foundation for the future to come. A foundation Heartfire has every intention of building upon. And swiftly.
Though the two women stand here on equal footing, she does rather hope her insights might dispose the Hyalinian caretaker to interest and, ultimately, alliance. Perhaps the gilted woman feels out of place now, but Heartfire rather hopes her words might give a place to ground herself. Especially considering how closely that grounding would no doubt align them. Ultimately, they really do have similar interests and goals. And to her mind, why not help each other achieve them?
Faint half-smile tilting her lips, she eyes Kensa with speculative appreciation as she demurely agrees with her observations. It’s a very good question. And one Heartfire had considered with great detail. She knows where she would like to begin. With luck, Kensa would be of the same mind.
“I suggest we begin with a friendship,” she begins mildly, almost unassumingly. “A mutually beneficial one, as it were.” Her eyes glint sharply at that, lips twitching slightly upwards. “I have information,” she continues after a moment, “and you… well, you are situated rather ideally over there, aren’t you?”
and they'll cut you like a weapon