She's got the devil's eyes
She had long ago recognized the discomfort her scrutiny could bring others. Most were quite loathe to admit it, of course, but there is a distinct vulnerability in having one’s secrets laid bare. Especially when one unerstands that those secrets are available for perusal. Though Heartfire so rarely openly admits to such things, she is well enough known at this point that many are aware, at least peripherally, of her unusual ability to acquire information.
Which, as far as she is concerned, is quite beneficial. After all, it would be exceedingly difficult to barter information if no one knew of the veracity of her abilities.
It is not difficult to discern that the woman before her doesn’t quite know what to make of her. Quite probably she had not expected her to have taken notice of her kingdom, much less have a great deal of desire to enter into a discussion over how they might mutually benefit one another. But then, it is not the size of the woman’s territory that intrigues her.
No, there is far more value in quality than quantity, as far as Heartfire is concerned. And though Kensa may not yet realize it, her position is decidedly unique.
Tilting her head slightly, Heartfire eyes her sharply, gaze openly considering. “Size hardly equates worthiness,” she replies mildly after only a moment’s silence, turning her words back on her. “Unless, of course, you believe yourself somehow less?” She eyes her hard, expression almost expectant. “And, if that’s the case, I’m unsure why you would have come here.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon
@[Kensa]