[RQ] Runs on dreams and gasoline
Heather
Colt Winchester
 the Sharpshot
Marshal of Hak Etme
Age: 36 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Accepted | Citizenship: Hak Etme | Level: 8
STR: 30 - DEX: 33 - END: 26 - LUCK: 31 - ARC: - INT: - HP: 208 - BASE ROLL: 64
Played by: Blu
Posts: 1,173 | Total: 3,573
MP: 4360

#1
I'm still swimmin' in your rum drunk eyes
The hike here is no easy thing, even if she's done it before. The winding, sometimes slick cavern pathway leaves her inclined to keep one hand out for the wall at all times, and not for the first time the smooth sole of her bowboy boots proves it's not ideal for an all-terrain trail. It's meant for a stirrup, and maybe she should have suggested they ride burros down here if she had any, or a quick means to bring them here.

The heat increases the deeper they go, which feels like it should be the opposite given the fields of magma they left behind, although light springs off veins of it every so often on the descent, proof that the fire is threaded through all of this place. It's Frey's breath though that's warming the cavern the closer they get, the curling steam glistens on the ceiling above and makes the air thick enough to cut, not that it'll do much good as another layer of steam waits just beyond it.

Colt's grateful for the cooling her hat brings her, although the steam is already doing wonders for her sinuses and her shoulders loosen without any conscious shift on her part. "Might need to get the opposite of this built in Hak Etme," she muses with a wry smile. "A permanent ice bath. Maybe that'd be Safrin's Toes."



Collecting water from Frey's Breath

Colt
I'm still seeing through a sunburnt sky
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.


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