COLT
I wouldn't paint me as a heartbreaker
But I've said a few goodbyes
I'd make a promise but I know later
I'm bound to change my mind
But I've said a few goodbyes
I'd make a promise but I know later
I'm bound to change my mind
Both of them go rigid at the noise, and though the voice that comes soon after ought to be some reassurance that it's not something worse, people are no less monstrous than beasts—often worse. The abrupt appearance of a woman makes both Colt and Beans startle in place, the horse actually seeming calmer than her.
She reins herself in after the jolt, settling some at the flicker of familiarity and that easy, non-threatening wave. "Flora?" she tests the name out with some uncertainty, especially as she vanishes again. They'd met, briefly. If she'd been a horse, her name would be like a steel trap in Colt's memory, but people—they usually had to leave an impression. Flora had, at least in the broadcasts from the Family, so it's little wonder to Colt on the why she's laying low. She'd been at the pool party too, and while the blond queen hadn't captured much of her attention, she knew Flora had started the whole mess.
"That's handy," Colt mutters with a touch of envy, imagining any number of scenarios she'd appreciate being able to vanish from, or mischief she could manage, some light haunting of Sunjata perhaps since he's not so easy to catch a toe in a lasso like she'd promised him she'd do (and like he'd promised her she couldn't).
She glances back at Beans, who's tongue has remained out in a 'blep' after his drink and his spook. His head is still up, nostrils wide, ears spinning like mad as he hears Flora but can't see her. "Who doesn't like beer?" she shrugs. "I'd offer you one, but I'm fresh out I'm afraid." A sigh follows, equally sad for herself as her lack of hospitality.
She reins herself in after the jolt, settling some at the flicker of familiarity and that easy, non-threatening wave. "Flora?" she tests the name out with some uncertainty, especially as she vanishes again. They'd met, briefly. If she'd been a horse, her name would be like a steel trap in Colt's memory, but people—they usually had to leave an impression. Flora had, at least in the broadcasts from the Family, so it's little wonder to Colt on the why she's laying low. She'd been at the pool party too, and while the blond queen hadn't captured much of her attention, she knew Flora had started the whole mess.
"That's handy," Colt mutters with a touch of envy, imagining any number of scenarios she'd appreciate being able to vanish from, or mischief she could manage, some light haunting of Sunjata perhaps since he's not so easy to catch a toe in a lasso like she'd promised him she'd do (and like he'd promised her she couldn't).
She glances back at Beans, who's tongue has remained out in a 'blep' after his drink and his spook. His head is still up, nostrils wide, ears spinning like mad as he hears Flora but can't see her. "Who doesn't like beer?" she shrugs. "I'd offer you one, but I'm fresh out I'm afraid." A sigh follows, equally sad for herself as her lack of hospitality.
Depending on the weather, I'm goin'
And hell, baby, nobody knows when
Maybe I wouldn't be already gone again
If it weren't for the wind
And hell, baby, nobody knows when
Maybe I wouldn't be already gone again
If it weren't for the wind
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.
