She's got the devil's eyes

With unrest so heavily in the air, balances had shifted all too easily. Heartfire had watched those tilting scales with a careful eye, content to keep Nerine from tipping one direction or another. It’s always so easy for alliances to bleed and shift in tumultuous times such as these, especially as crowns change heads and leaders follow power like hungry petals to the sun.

She remains quiet though. Nerine remains quiet. This is not their scuffle, nor would she make it theirs unless sufficiently provoked.

She watches the pale mare make her way into Nerine, curiosity blooming despite the fact she is already quite certain she knows why the woman had come. She had secured a relationship with the former rulers of Hyaline, but as leaders shift, so too do loyalties. But if Ilma is here, she suspects it means Hyaline wishes Nerine still in their corner. She knows enough of the woman to know that, while she would not shy from conflict, she certainly would not actively instigate it.

After a moment, she pushes forward, angling across the windswept cliffs in a trajectory that would allow her to intercept the pale woman. Soon enough, she reaches a comfortable distance, close enough for her low, simple greeting to reach the foreign diplomat.

“Ilma,” she begins. Though they had never met before, the woman couldn’t be terribly surprised she might know who she is. “What a pleasant surprise. What brings you to Nerine?”

and they'll cut you like a weapon