COLT
He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
"Worse traits he could have," Colt says back coolly, and if she's a touch defensive, it might be because she's been known to be flighty herself. Maybe she should climb down the well if it's got all the answers to becoming better. She had gotten a good night's rest for once the one day she'd used it recently, though hard to say how much was the well and how much was running around King's End to help get the Dragoons situated. "Yeah, might go in a cow and come out a horse," she remarks with a bite of that smile.
Her horse is not nearly as interesting as him though, the chest he tucks under his arm like something he doesn't want slipping out of his sight the least of her concerns. Whether he's pulling it up from the well, shoving it down and hoping it changed, or is also over backpacks as much as shiny rocks and hauls around his shit the hard way, she couldn't care less. No, she's too focused on those damn blue eyes and what she can't place about them.
She leans back, hauling one leg out of the stirrups and over the saddle, her knee notching in against the horn. This, of course, upsets Chocolate. That's part of the point though, so she sits through his wiggles until he sighs heavily enough to find some rest again, his bit working in his mouth with a renewed frenzy as his brain churns with thoughts, many of which she is sure are giant fuck yous aimed her way. She leans in deeper over the saddle towards Jack, elbows propped up on her slung leg and chin resting on her hands. "Colt," she offers in return, one 'brow lifting at his less than enthused reaction. "Did you also win a weird flower crown and a cheek pat?"
A bit too focused on solving the thing nagging at her mind, she's only aware of how studious her attention is when he calls her out on it. It straightens her up a bit, but she doesn't relent, only flashing back a more toothy grin. "Apparently," she says, guiltless. Admittedly wandering the roads alone with only the half-formed brain of a starter horse to keep her company makes this interaction a highlight, which maybe begs the need to reevaluate her standards if all it takes is a stranger with some nice eyes to be the upside of her day. Her smile tilts into something that's only half-way, lazy with her offer, "you in need of a lift or you just like standing around wishin' wells not making any wishes?" Although Chocolate might completely lose his mind if she adds another rider, but only one way to find out, and to teach him.
Her horse is not nearly as interesting as him though, the chest he tucks under his arm like something he doesn't want slipping out of his sight the least of her concerns. Whether he's pulling it up from the well, shoving it down and hoping it changed, or is also over backpacks as much as shiny rocks and hauls around his shit the hard way, she couldn't care less. No, she's too focused on those damn blue eyes and what she can't place about them.
She leans back, hauling one leg out of the stirrups and over the saddle, her knee notching in against the horn. This, of course, upsets Chocolate. That's part of the point though, so she sits through his wiggles until he sighs heavily enough to find some rest again, his bit working in his mouth with a renewed frenzy as his brain churns with thoughts, many of which she is sure are giant fuck yous aimed her way. She leans in deeper over the saddle towards Jack, elbows propped up on her slung leg and chin resting on her hands. "Colt," she offers in return, one 'brow lifting at his less than enthused reaction. "Did you also win a weird flower crown and a cheek pat?"
A bit too focused on solving the thing nagging at her mind, she's only aware of how studious her attention is when he calls her out on it. It straightens her up a bit, but she doesn't relent, only flashing back a more toothy grin. "Apparently," she says, guiltless. Admittedly wandering the roads alone with only the half-formed brain of a starter horse to keep her company makes this interaction a highlight, which maybe begs the need to reevaluate her standards if all it takes is a stranger with some nice eyes to be the upside of her day. Her smile tilts into something that's only half-way, lazy with her offer, "you in need of a lift or you just like standing around wishin' wells not making any wishes?" Although Chocolate might completely lose his mind if she adds another rider, but only one way to find out, and to teach him.
He only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
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.
