COLT
She was positive that Sunjata would have a barbeque without her, but she let the offense slide, for now.
Making her way from blue flower to blue flower, root tool in hand to make the gathering clean and to keep her from having to stoop much, she found her basket filling quicker than she expected. It was soothing, in the way mind-numbing kind of tasks could be. It didn't require much thought or effort, and the work could be clearly seen getting accomplished. It was repetitive, but that's what helped lull you into it's serenity, becoming almost automatic and therefore, peaceful in a way.
She lifted up in a stretch, smiling at the work they'd accomplished, as she moved to the ox to do as Sunjata bid and empty her current trove. "Say," she said sidelong at Thorn, waving her tool at him for a moment as her gaze assessed him openly. "I've seen you at the House of Midnight before, is that right?" She hadn't been really thinking about it while they plucked flowers, lost to the mindlessness of the task, but she seemed to remember that his face was itching her mind when they shuffled together near the cart again. "I'm Colt," she said with a warmth at odds with the tool she was brandishing. Speaking of. She pivoted towards its owner, tilting her head, golden hair splashing against her shoulder. "Got anything new on the seasonal menu worth coming in for? I don't think I'll feel like cooking tonight after all this."
Not standing still for his answer, because they were here to work and she could gab and pick blue flowers at the same time, she stalked back to the fields. She'd adopted a scanning pattern and fell back into it easily as she nabbed up each blue petal and stalk, meanwhile she kept an ear free for his response.
Making her way from blue flower to blue flower, root tool in hand to make the gathering clean and to keep her from having to stoop much, she found her basket filling quicker than she expected. It was soothing, in the way mind-numbing kind of tasks could be. It didn't require much thought or effort, and the work could be clearly seen getting accomplished. It was repetitive, but that's what helped lull you into it's serenity, becoming almost automatic and therefore, peaceful in a way.
She lifted up in a stretch, smiling at the work they'd accomplished, as she moved to the ox to do as Sunjata bid and empty her current trove. "Say," she said sidelong at Thorn, waving her tool at him for a moment as her gaze assessed him openly. "I've seen you at the House of Midnight before, is that right?" She hadn't been really thinking about it while they plucked flowers, lost to the mindlessness of the task, but she seemed to remember that his face was itching her mind when they shuffled together near the cart again. "I'm Colt," she said with a warmth at odds with the tool she was brandishing. Speaking of. She pivoted towards its owner, tilting her head, golden hair splashing against her shoulder. "Got anything new on the seasonal menu worth coming in for? I don't think I'll feel like cooking tonight after all this."
Not standing still for his answer, because they were here to work and she could gab and pick blue flowers at the same time, she stalked back to the fields. She'd adopted a scanning pattern and fell back into it easily as she nabbed up each blue petal and stalk, meanwhile she kept an ear free for his response.
Go and fix your makeup girl, it's just a breakup
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
Gotta keep it together, even when you fall apart
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
Gotta keep it together, even when you fall apart
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.
