COLT
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
The sound of Sunjata's voice calling order to the meeting has Colt's conversation with a leatherworker dropping into silence, a promise to resume later unsaid between them. She leans back against a far wall, one leg crossed over the other at the heel. Her thumbs are hooked in the belt loops of her jeans, head tilted just enough to allow her to watch from under the brim of her hat. She might look the picture of casual disinterest, but she's invested in this conversation, she just doesn't wanna draw attention to herself more than is needed.
Sunjata's news makes her straighten up. Keep the Family out? Her gaze narrows on him, disbelieving a bit. How could he manage it? He'd been a man incensed at the beach, and while just outright rage at the Family seemed more than appropriate, had something more come about? Or is he just managing the repercussions of such unbridled fury?
Her fingers tap along her pant leg, her mind already set before Alys even finishes.
For King's End, she rather thinks the South would be the wiser choice. It's got their skyport and their main city, all reason enough. Even if it's still polluted with void creatures, they have managed with such villainous wildlife for a while, and she'd much rather face such beasts than the Family themselves. It's that exact thought though, that makes her selfishly desire to protect her most important land, which is in the North.
Her home, her life is there, and she has never left those grounds for long, nor does she intend to do so any time soon. She cannot realistically herd all her animals into the city. She’d have to sell off cattle before market weight, cut shit deals on unicorns just to pare down. Then after, assuming there comes an after, she'd spend years rebuilding. Alternatively, she could stubbornly remain. After all, she's ranched at the risk of Family infiltration all these years, what's a few more?
The broadcasts have increased though, and the Family's patience seems to be wearing down. They might have gone unnoticed before, but Sunjata stabbed them. She has to protect it or leave, if she wants a chance in hell at living to see next year, that seems to be the cards on the table now.
"Barrows." There's an edge to it, like she just might consider anyone who disagrees an enemy.
Sunjata's news makes her straighten up. Keep the Family out? Her gaze narrows on him, disbelieving a bit. How could he manage it? He'd been a man incensed at the beach, and while just outright rage at the Family seemed more than appropriate, had something more come about? Or is he just managing the repercussions of such unbridled fury?
Her fingers tap along her pant leg, her mind already set before Alys even finishes.
For King's End, she rather thinks the South would be the wiser choice. It's got their skyport and their main city, all reason enough. Even if it's still polluted with void creatures, they have managed with such villainous wildlife for a while, and she'd much rather face such beasts than the Family themselves. It's that exact thought though, that makes her selfishly desire to protect her most important land, which is in the North.
Her home, her life is there, and she has never left those grounds for long, nor does she intend to do so any time soon. She cannot realistically herd all her animals into the city. She’d have to sell off cattle before market weight, cut shit deals on unicorns just to pare down. Then after, assuming there comes an after, she'd spend years rebuilding. Alternatively, she could stubbornly remain. After all, she's ranched at the risk of Family infiltration all these years, what's a few more?
The broadcasts have increased though, and the Family's patience seems to be wearing down. They might have gone unnoticed before, but Sunjata stabbed them. She has to protect it or leave, if she wants a chance in hell at living to see next year, that seems to be the cards on the table now.
"Barrows." There's an edge to it, like she just might consider anyone who disagrees an enemy.
No smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
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.
