Under normal circumstances, she would have ignored these types of calls. She has little interest in being the door greeter, and even less in muddling through conversation until a satisfactory explanation could be given as to that particular horse’s presence when she could have just as easily ascertained it herself. Despite her proclivities, she does recognize that it is rather frowned upon to simply go digging in other’s memories without permission. Not that that has ever stopped her before. Still, even she recognizes when diplomacy can be useful and indeed, even necessary at times.
Should those duties ever fall to her, she could partake in that tepid drink at that time. At this particular time however, they do not. And so, she goes where whim takes her.
Today though, is different. Today a faint interest drives her to the borders of Nerine, to the caller that waits there. Partly because, as yet, Nayl (nor anyone else, for that matter) had not appeared the shepherd the newcomer. And partly because there is something faintly familiar about this particular woman. Something intriguing enough to draw her forth.
Approaching the border where the bay mare awaits, Heartfire eyes her with open curiosity, bright blue gaze sharp and unreadable in the late-morning sunlight. The waves can be heard crashing against the nearby cliffs, the cry of seagulls echoing occasionally in the air above them. The coastal kingdom is incredible in its own right, wide and open, offering a glorious freedom that could be found in few other places.
But that is not what holds the white-laced mare’s attention.
“What brings you to Nerine?” It takes everything in Heartfire to ignore the urge to discover that answer for herself, to ask that too standard question. But she would no doubt have her chance soon enough. “I am Heartfire, by the way. If you are seeking something, I am certain I can point you in the right direction.”
