doing fine enough to know that everyone's a little broken
"Not the word I'd use," Colt drawls as she glances up at Frey's arrival, but despite the thin line of irritation, Colt is smiling in turn at the deity's humor. It all feels a bit more worth it when her gaze catches what Frey holds, the gleam of it like a promise of a fresh start. Colt's grin widens, delight a shine in her eyes that almost competes with the new belt buckle.
"Thank you," she says with a strong current of appreciation as she reaches to take hold of her hard won prize. She admires it for a moment, flipping it over in her hands, testing the heft of it, tracing the designs with a growing eagerness for the event soon to come. Her attention lifts back up to Frey at their final words, earning a true laugh now, all the hardships of the desert melting away now that the treasure is obtained.
"Glad to know you'll keep my secrets," Colt winks. As tempting an idea as it might be, there's a certain joy in being able to pass this on to another. Who knows, maybe she'll change her mind the day of if the competition is a sorry show. They have to earn it, after all, but even then there's a particular pony that would be the first to deserve it if she rigged anything. "Take care, Frey," she murmurs, setting her hat back on and pocketing the buckle. She salutes the herald with two fingers flicking out from under the brim of her hat, and turns to meet up with her horse left further down the road.
There's more work to be done.
[FIN]
"Thank you," she says with a strong current of appreciation as she reaches to take hold of her hard won prize. She admires it for a moment, flipping it over in her hands, testing the heft of it, tracing the designs with a growing eagerness for the event soon to come. Her attention lifts back up to Frey at their final words, earning a true laugh now, all the hardships of the desert melting away now that the treasure is obtained.
"Glad to know you'll keep my secrets," Colt winks. As tempting an idea as it might be, there's a certain joy in being able to pass this on to another. Who knows, maybe she'll change her mind the day of if the competition is a sorry show. They have to earn it, after all, but even then there's a particular pony that would be the first to deserve it if she rigged anything. "Take care, Frey," she murmurs, setting her hat back on and pocketing the buckle. She salutes the herald with two fingers flicking out from under the brim of her hat, and turns to meet up with her horse left further down the road.
There's more work to be done.
[FIN]
For the first time in a long time, I'm doing fine
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.
