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“Don’t know.” The spirit starts off, a soft trill of a hum as if they’re thinking, one that cuts off quite sharply with the invitation. A rodeo certainly doesn’t sound like the kind of scene this spirit would find themself, but maybe if it was as exciting as Colt seemed to make it appear to be, perhaps it could make an exception. Not that they figure Colt would ever see them again if they did.
It's the offer of having a performance that has the skeletal spirit straightening in Colt’s peripheral, no longer a languid movement of before, as if surprised by that even more. The windchimes dance a touch more aggressively, ringing with a sharp peeling sound. “And you assume I can just provide entertainment? Just like that?” The spirit says, clearly offended that their appearance would be considered entertainment.
It's the offer of having a performance that has the skeletal spirit straightening in Colt’s peripheral, no longer a languid movement of before, as if surprised by that even more. The windchimes dance a touch more aggressively, ringing with a sharp peeling sound. “And you assume I can just provide entertainment? Just like that?” The spirit says, clearly offended that their appearance would be considered entertainment.
