[SE] The eyes don't have it
Colt Winchester
 
Rancher
Age: 35 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Accepted | Citizenship: King's End | Level: 4
STR: 18 - DEX: 20 - END: 19 - LUCK: 17 - ARC: - INT: - HP: 76 - BASE ROLL: 37
Played by: Blu
Posts: 431 | Total: 1,547
MP: 540

#15
COLT
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
"Don't think I'd know what to do if they were empty, to be honest." Colt laughed a bit. Her focus was snagged by some very curious glotters though, as they had taken note of the shine on her belt buckle. Inlaid with gold from winning past roping events, the trophy on her pants beckoned the greedy water ferrets, and Colt found herself beginning to back away, trying to cover the shine with her shirt and a hand. "So, about being careful with gold," Colt asked with a stretch in her voice, the nerves thinning out the confidence normally there. Although usually brave, Colt did better with what she was used to, and much like the myth of elephant and mice, she also fared better with larger beasts. These small, fast ones were crafty and she didn't think kicking them would be a good solution for a number of reasons.

No smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
Lena Magnus
 
Advisor/Celestine Caretaker
Age: 30 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Attuned | Citizenship: Stormbreak | Level: 7
STR: 28 - DEX: 28 - END: 33 - LUCK: 28 - ARC: - INT: - HP: 231 - BASE ROLL: 56
MITTENS - Mythical - Abominable Snowball
Played by: Heather
Posts: 1,511 | Total: 13,963
MP: 6559

#16
// think of the sun that shaped them //
Glancing upwards at the warning, Lena noted the keen, deviant look in the creatures’ eyes, and immediately sighed. “Head towards the gate, and I’ll distract them.” She’d likely have a whole little hoard on her trail, but the Caretaker was swift – she’d dealt with their antics many a time before.

With a combination of Attuned commands and prowess, laden with compulsion and demands, and several other treats tossed in opposing directions, the glotters had some choices to make. Luckily for Colt, after some brief sniffs back her way, they yielded to Lena’s distortions, though not without some sullen sighs. Perhaps she’d have to find them some little gold toys to play with during their stay.

Following her out of the enclosure, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry. They’re lovely little animals, but crafty too. How about we head to my office and I can snag the medicine you needed? We can drop by some gardens on the way by."
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
Colt Winchester
 
Rancher
Age: 35 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Accepted | Citizenship: King's End | Level: 4
STR: 18 - DEX: 20 - END: 19 - LUCK: 17 - ARC: - INT: - HP: 76 - BASE ROLL: 37
Played by: Blu
Posts: 431 | Total: 1,547
MP: 540

#17
COLT
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
Lena didn't have to tell her twice. Colt backed steadily towards the gate, torn between turning around which might hide the buckle's gleam and help her pick her steps easier, or to stay as she was and avoid setting her back on the advancing critters, their greed almost palpable. Thankfully Lena intervened with some quick thinking and experience, her array of distractions and calming directions giving Colt the necessary time to dip out the gate.

She breathed a sigh of relief once the fencing stood between her and the glotters. "Boy, not quite the same, but that felt like running from an angry bull." Fences, she had long decided and was reaffirmed today, were some of the best inventions. "That sounds look a good idea," Colt smiled, noting that Lena did not offer any more exhibit tours. Time was not on either of their side, and mastery was less so on Colt's. Better to make sure there was no, incident to have happen today. "I appreciate it, truly," she murmured again.

No smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
Lena Magnus
 
Advisor/Celestine Caretaker
Age: 30 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Attuned | Citizenship: Stormbreak | Level: 7
STR: 28 - DEX: 28 - END: 33 - LUCK: 28 - ARC: - INT: - HP: 231 - BASE ROLL: 56
MITTENS - Mythical - Abominable Snowball
Played by: Heather
Posts: 1,511 | Total: 13,963
MP: 6559

#18
// think of the sun that shaped them //
“Sorry,” she mentioned again – and a lesson repeated in those motions, as Colt skittered out and they were walking through the gardens towards the office. “You can’t underestimate any of them,” she mentioned – which she figured the rancher would understand, coming from her profession. Even the cutest had their own means of protection.

Before long they made their way to her Caretaker quarters within the center of the Celestine, and she could procure the medicine needed. “Here you are. I put the directions right on the bottle,” so there’d be no misplacing it. “And thank you for coming and helping. Next time we can avoid the pesky ones,” winking; because they were all that way, the women could keep chatting until Colt had to make her way home – all a little more enlightened by the morning’s events.

[FIN]
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //

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