doing fine enough to know that everyone's a little broken
She watches the dragon's antics with a hint of amusement as Pipsqueak regards the flaming bowl like sailors do sirens. "Huh, I'd always heard soldiers knew their way around, especially in tight quarters," she quips back with a contained laugh that presses into one side of her cheek. "Could be a new challenge for training, weed out the weak points," she points out a bit more seriously now. Though she follows it with a shrug, uncommitted to this location, or any really.
"The main city would probably be easiest," she admits, though there's perhaps the slightest flicker of disappointment at something so ordinary. A burning bowl of fire has a certain charm to it, and is a bonus during winter... although a downside in summer. "Certainly shields you from some of the more interesting regions Frey has touched on around here." The baby garden in the Barrows is one such unique place, though harmless.
"You can make anywhere work if you put in the effort," she says with something that suggests she knows a thing or two about taming land into something useful. "We'll all help you," she offers quietly, her gaze soft, but not pitiful as she regards him. She leans against the grey's neck, arms crossed, hands propping her chin up. "Terrible thing that happened to all of you, I can't imagine losing so much so fast." Maybe not the most helpful thing, but something honest. "We'll do right by you here though, in the ways we can."
"The main city would probably be easiest," she admits, though there's perhaps the slightest flicker of disappointment at something so ordinary. A burning bowl of fire has a certain charm to it, and is a bonus during winter... although a downside in summer. "Certainly shields you from some of the more interesting regions Frey has touched on around here." The baby garden in the Barrows is one such unique place, though harmless.
"You can make anywhere work if you put in the effort," she says with something that suggests she knows a thing or two about taming land into something useful. "We'll all help you," she offers quietly, her gaze soft, but not pitiful as she regards him. She leans against the grey's neck, arms crossed, hands propping her chin up. "Terrible thing that happened to all of you, I can't imagine losing so much so fast." Maybe not the most helpful thing, but something honest. "We'll do right by you here though, in the ways we can."
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.
