She's got the devil's eyes
It has become something of a habit, visiting the seemingly endless depths of the forest. She’s not entirely certain why, but at the very least, the whispering leaves always contain a wealth of information for her. Many pass these trunks and the ever present eyes that lurk within their branches. A squirrel, a bird, a chipmunk. It matters not. They are all eyes to her.
She hadn’t had a particular direction in mind (unusual for the roan queen, who so rarely does anything without purpose), but soon enough she finds the trees thinning and the rays of bright sunlight trickling through with heedless determination. Perhaps it is the weight she now carries so firmly on her shoulders, or perhaps it is merely that she has grown maudlin in her old age. Whatever is, she has given up trying to name whatever it is that had drawn her here.
As it happens, however (as it usually happens), the trip is not a fruitless one. Nor, as it turns out, is it one without it’s intrigues. Normally she does not approach those whose path she crosses without reason, but she finds something rather curious in the boy staring with an almost earnest confusion at a tree growing in an oddly sharp angle. The tree might fascinate him, but she pays it no mind.
No, there is something about him that intrigues her. Perhaps it is his faint reminiscence to her brother, a dark and inexplicably eerie presence masking a surprisingly gentle heart. Or perhaps it is merely that he is unique, something she hasn’t yet had the opportunity to encounter in person. Either way, she slips around the tree, pausing as she rounds the trunk to settle vibrant, piercingly blue eyes on the antlered stranger.
“Do you wish to know what happened to it?” she asks after a moment of silence, offering the question in favor of any bland pleasantries. She’d been bored enough by such things lately anyway.
and they'll cut you like a weapon