Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
He's kind in his approach, as if accustomed to shaping new recruits or otherwise inspiring motivation into others. Which, she supposed as a leader of a hardy region, must be something he's practiced often. It doesn't minimize its effect for all his experience. "I could have been more forthright," she reflected. "I have mostly been ranching my whole life, but decided to pick up better defensive skills since the void-infected creatures remain a continual threat. I underestimated the power of the beasts." It's not an easy thing, to reflect and admit wrong-doing, least of all for someone proud like her. The experience had been earth-rattling for her though, showing her just how small her knowledge truly was. He seemed to suggest she not give up yet, that other experiences might be smoother, better rounded for her talents. To that she smiled, a quiet promise that she'd made no final decision yet. Ultimately, she still wanted to learn.
As he seemed to return to his paperwork she set back into her ribs, chewing thoughtfully when he turned to her next, his laugh sparking one of her own fraught with the disbelief of her own choices. "There might be good reason for that," she grinned, though admittedly she was proud she'd managed it, though it was by no means the damaging series of blows needed to vanquish the beast. Maybe once she put her rodeo behind her she'd focus on strengthening up her armaments.
"Rode a landshark?!" Colt's eyes widened, a mix of horror and admiration. "I've ridden many a beast, but that isn't one I'd dare." He didn't say his late wife, so that must mean she survived to tell the tale. Shaking her head at the idea of it, Colt reached for another gulp of her ale, glancing up at Deimos from the rim of her cup as he reiterated what he had impressed upon her during the hunt itself. For that, she was grateful, and offered him a warm smile as she put the cup down. "I appreciate that. It's a sound desire and good guidance for the rest of us. Sometimes smart decisions only seem to want to come after poor ones though, guess that's why practice is so important." Practice being dumb so you could be smart for real.
As he seemed to return to his paperwork she set back into her ribs, chewing thoughtfully when he turned to her next, his laugh sparking one of her own fraught with the disbelief of her own choices. "There might be good reason for that," she grinned, though admittedly she was proud she'd managed it, though it was by no means the damaging series of blows needed to vanquish the beast. Maybe once she put her rodeo behind her she'd focus on strengthening up her armaments.
"Rode a landshark?!" Colt's eyes widened, a mix of horror and admiration. "I've ridden many a beast, but that isn't one I'd dare." He didn't say his late wife, so that must mean she survived to tell the tale. Shaking her head at the idea of it, Colt reached for another gulp of her ale, glancing up at Deimos from the rim of her cup as he reiterated what he had impressed upon her during the hunt itself. For that, she was grateful, and offered him a warm smile as she put the cup down. "I appreciate that. It's a sound desire and good guidance for the rest of us. Sometimes smart decisions only seem to want to come after poor ones though, guess that's why practice is so important." Practice being dumb so you could be smart for real.
Colt
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.
