She's got the devil's eyes
A glance is enough to tell her Wolfbane recognizes the offer for what it is. A double edged blade, to be certain, but one he would doubtless risk to find the truth. She had done the same once, after all. Had plucked at the chords of that frayed truth until it had come undone. Until a few words in the right ears had wrought the vengeance she’d so craved.
Of course, she could not have predicted the fallout. The single tipped domino that had started a cascade that led them to a plague.
A double edged sword indeed.
As she turns her attention to Lepis, it’s far too easy to recall just what seemingly small, insignificant acts could do. Perhaps the newly-risen comtesse would have her believe her actions are nothing, but Heartfire knows too well that is not the case. It would be a dangerous mistake on Lepis’ part to discount the attention she had drawn to herself with her less-than-quiet takeover. Certainly Heartfire would not be discounting it.
The other woman’s steadfast refusal to take the bait Heartfire had lain almost brings a smile to the queen’s lips. Almost. It’s regrettable, in a sense, that Lepis had placed herself in this position. After all, Heartfire could have been a great help had she not so deliberately placed them in opposing corners. Still, perhaps there are means by which to salvage something here.
Indeed, it’s the true purpose of her visit. After all, she will need to take action regardless. It is only what kind of action that is yet to be determined.
When Lepis makes no move to volunteer any further information, Heartfire lets all pretense drop. The diplomatic solution had clearly failed. And, well, Heartfire hasn’t the desire to beat around the bush if Lepis is not going to stand in the way. “So tell me then, what are your real reasons for coming here?” The pointed question is dropped into the silence with no gentleness or carefully worded wrapping. Lepis’ silence had cost her her opportunity to spin the story to her liking. Really, in the end, Heartfire is only interested in the meat of it. “And not the mouthed platitudes you’ve been offering to everyone here. They’re deflections, at best.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon