She's got the devil's eyes
The sharp chill and stark simplicity of the northern kingdom suit the Nerinian queen quite well. She has long appreciated the kingdom for what it is. Though she has never held the same significance in a tract of land as so many others, she rather enjoys her home. She can almost understand why so many cling so tenaciously to a piece of rock when she looks out across the crashing waves and windswept cliffs. Still, she will always retain the awareness that the soul of a kingdom is not in whatever piece of earth they are on, but rather the people that inhabit it.
Still, it is a certain type that is drawn to the northernmost kingdom. Whether it is the land that hones them or the spirit of her residents that colors them however, is somewhat open for interpretation.
She becomes aware of the visitor some time before she crosses the borders into her kingdom. She makes no move to intervene however, until her intentions have become clear. It is obvious this is much more than a social visit. And, as far as Heartfire is concerned, rather fortuitous timing. Heartfire had been intending to have a discussion with the woman now making her way towards her.
She is aware of the changes that had swept the eastern territories. Aware that power had been rather obtusely shifting, though quite where it would land seems still up for debate. And, well, Heartfire had always had a great deal of interest in unrest. Perhaps the eastern kingdom had not quite landed fully in this woman’s grasp, but the blue and white mare is well aware that power is much more than a title.
Others may dismiss the gilted woman, but Heartfire would never be foolish enough to do so.
Turning, Heartfire moves to intercept the visitor, her gait casual, her lack of concern evident in the ease of her step. Though Nerine may not have the open borders Hyaline does, neither are they so quick to condemn those who trespass. After all, borders are somewhat arbitrary when one sees as much as Heartfire does.
As the two meet, cool blue eyes assess the lovely woman with an uncommon frankness. No doubt Kensa is used to eyes on her, but the combination of impersonal curiosity, sharp impartiality, and a glint of impossible knowledge is something rather unique to Heartfire. They had met once before, but now, with her entire focus on the other woman, the experience is rather different.
One corner of her otherwise unsmiling lips twitches faintly as Kensa offers her unconventional greeting. Though Heartfire is not a woman prone to small talk, she finds her opening comment rather amusing. Is there ever a convenient time to trespass?
“I agree,” she replies simply, acknowledging the compliment on her home, though she declines to expound. “Actually,” she continues after only a brief pause, her gaze sharpening thoughtfully, “I’m glad you’ve come. I think it’s well past time we had a tête-à-tête.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon