// Different night, same rodeo //
She doesn't miss the way his softness stiffens a bit at the belt buckle, Frey's name almost like a warning when he says it. Growing up with a family that served Frey, in lands touched by them, and now with an Archon that is their demi-god, she has admittedly not heard many bad things against the deity. So there's a spark of curiosity that tilts her head as she glances from the buckle to him, "oh?" One of her fingers near it trails over one of the engraved edges, tapping it thoughtfully. This buckle carried a lot of weight for her, given how small and light it ought to be. "Did earn a few bruises getting Frey to make it," she agrees with a twitch to her lips. Then again, she doesn't expect any god doles out gifts and items without consequence.
She leans back into her seat more, a bit of the edge removed as he agrees to it. She grabs for her bottle, thinking as she takes a sip. "The arena probably can't hold those safely," she admits, but there's something in her gaze that says she wishes they could. "But..." she's devious now, able to picture it too perfectly, "the pastures are large. You both could fit there, depending." They'd be large enough the crowd could probably still see.
Her livestock might have a heart attack, but she's hoping to shove all them out and away to further sections of her property before she lets anyone start shifting into anything, since they're liable to panic at a breeze that blows wrong much less a dragon or a lion. "Maybe see who's gettin' on top," she advises, "gonna try and match rider and bull skills, if I can." She can't imagine some poor sap riding Remi's kraken shape when all they've got is their thighs to hang on, but ultimately that'll depend on the entrants she gets.
She leans back into her seat more, a bit of the edge removed as he agrees to it. She grabs for her bottle, thinking as she takes a sip. "The arena probably can't hold those safely," she admits, but there's something in her gaze that says she wishes they could. "But..." she's devious now, able to picture it too perfectly, "the pastures are large. You both could fit there, depending." They'd be large enough the crowd could probably still see.
Her livestock might have a heart attack, but she's hoping to shove all them out and away to further sections of her property before she lets anyone start shifting into anything, since they're liable to panic at a breeze that blows wrong much less a dragon or a lion. "Maybe see who's gettin' on top," she advises, "gonna try and match rider and bull skills, if I can." She can't imagine some poor sap riding Remi's kraken shape when all they've got is their thighs to hang on, but ultimately that'll depend on the entrants she gets.
Colt
// Set me on fire, put me out like smoke //
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.
