She's got the devil's eyes
She watches him almost idly as he turns towards her, a smile stretching his features almost automatically. It’s common, to be greeted by such, a simple and friendly expression to make. For all that, Heartfire has never been particularly given to the gesture. Indeed, even now, greeting a new resident so amicably for the first time, her features remain unsmiling. Still, she does lack the usual hard edge that sharpens her eyes and the lines of her face when she is feeling less relaxed, though the stallion couldn’t know her well enough to be aware of such a thing.
Heartfire has never been given to extensive verbiage, so she remains silent as the young stallion expounds on his presence, his reason for being in Nerine. His acquaintance with Eurwen, her youthful heir. Though her features remain still and serene throughout, she does find it heartening to see new faces come into the kingdom. New faces that would perhaps, one day, become old and familiar faces.
Her newfound companion fills the silence without prompting, a fact she has often taken advantage of. She has found that silence is the best way to induce others to speak. Most do not seem nearly so comfortable with the absence of conversation as she is, and it is natural to fill that silence with words. And she makes no effort to interrupt.
When finally his words fade, she peers at him openly, her lips faintly quirked as she considers what he had told her.
“We haven’t,” she informs him confidently, answering his last pointed comment first. “You are of course welcome to stay. Nerine has much to offer those who seek it.” She lifts her gaze briefly, surveying the kingdom that surrounds them. It’s more than a land, of course. Nerine is her people, not the cliff they stand upon. After a moment, she returns her eyes to Alvorr and introduces herself. “And I am Heartfire.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon