She's got the devil's eyes
The generosity of Heartfire’s gift is dubious, at best. Of course, the woman beside her is clever enough to have realized that and distrustful enough to no doubt wonder what the catch is. Ironically, it was those very qualities that had stirred Heartfire to bestow it in the first place. Neverwhere had certainly not been in the meadow seeking favors. Indeed, she hadn’t seemed to seek anything at all. Perhaps the dappled mare might not understand her motivations, but it is those like Neverwhere Heartfire had always found housed within them the greatest potential.
Neverwhere doesn’t see it yet, she’s quite certain, but nevertheless, it is there.
Surprisingly enough, Heartfire has no desire to try and make her into something she’s not either. Her companion might fear the use of magic lest it turn her into nothing more than a power-hungry beast, but the roan woman had long ago learned that that is simply not how magic works. Heartfire understands power all too well, and such things are only as strong as the one who wields them.
Even the most spectacular of magics would be useless in the hands of one who hasn’t the will or knowledge to use it. And if Neverwhere feared what she could become, then the desire and will was already there. She need only learn that it matters not whether it manifests itself in a supernatural ability or not. After all, by all counts, Heartfire herself is both powerful and power hungry. But it is not more magic she lusts after. She knows too well such things can only take one so far.
She does not make idle chatter as they travel, instead dividing her attention between watching Neverwhere as she stares about them in child-like wonder and the path they walk. True to her word, she charts her course so that they pause at some of the more spectacular vistas along their path. A point overlooking the clear, stunning waters of Hyaline’s lake. A cliff with an unmatched view of the obsidian beaches of Silver Cove. A quiet glen surrounded by trees, soft sunlight filtering through to glint off the small waterfall as it burbles over mossy rock.
Until, eventually, they reach the coastal northern kingdom, with its sweeping cliffs and endless views of the untamed crashing of the ocean. Nerine.
and they'll cut you like a weapon
@[neverwhere]