"We are new, yes, but they're not bored," she smiled back at him, still in her posture. She was relaxed, despite the frame that she held, and clearly didn't see the need to move out of it just then. For that moment, she was comfortable, even as the butterfly's wings wafted gently where it was perched upon her ebon tresses, but it was moving itself up further towards her face, and Hilana didn't seem remotely bothered. "You've a few hanging around near you they aren't forming up right now, but I can hear them," there were gold flecks in her eyes in this land of light, and she was content to listen to him.
He was an Empyreal Lord, and that alone demanded respect and admiration. But those were already feelings that she had for him, but her attention was fully on him. He might not see why Avaerys had chosen him, but Hilana thought that maybe she might see a bit. That as Varvara had claimed Arvaelyn, Finn was his partner, and it was fitting that he would face His Divine Radiance's scrutiny, and clearly, he was not found wanting. Ambition, Hunger, Power. Finn desired the power and means to protect his Amatus, and he had the ambition and hunger to work for it. It may not have been so prominent, but to someone raised in the Varvaeryn faith, those tenets were clear to her, having known Finn as she had, and having spent that time with him.
"Two sides of the same coin. Light and Shadow, Shadow and Light. Lux and Umbra. The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow, but one can't exist without the other. Your desire for fame counted. That's hunger. That's ambition. It may not seem so grand as some of the dreams of others... but what you had is the potential. All of that, and you've got the strength of character to follow it through. Power isn't given to people, Finn. It's for those that will lower themselves in order to pick it up." She did consider his last questions. Was it something that Avaerys had strengthened in him? Or was that Finn's own subconscious?
"Majesty means that hunger can never be sated. Eased, maybe... but never truly sated," she said slowly, remembering her education. It had been an unorthodox one; being abroad of the city except for the tutors and priests that came out every so often meant that she lacked some of what her cohort had studied, but Hilana had been reading. Her studying of the Horn for her quest meant learning more about His Divine Radiance and Her Argent Luminescence, and even she had read the Chronicle. Granted, she'd only really picked it up when she was a teenager, but it was something she could read at night when she was on watch duty and all was quiet. "That is His gift. But I think, perhaps, that once He was freed from the depths of Kaladon, He would have found you somehow. It might not have been right then, but I think that He would have. He chose well with you." It wasn't idle flattery in her voice; Hilana knew how to be reverent and respectful without crossing that line into obsequiousness that might have came across as overdone and on the cusp of rudeness. It was a tightrope that she walked in a caste system as rigid as her homeland's, and they all had their part to play. "You just happened to be in the right place at the right time. And he sees in you someone that can start making things happen for yourself, and for Him in turn."
