COLT
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
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.
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
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.
