COLT
Nova is like an unhinged unicorn in her party hat, which ought to have been some comfort to Colt, but she's always kept a healthy amount of respect for those animals, and looks like she'll need to do the same with the glittering sister. Before the grating sound of lady can fully land, she is wreathed in the most absurdly loud scarf. "Oh—" she starts to protest, even taking a half step back with palms beginning to rise in a gesture of disagreeing surrender. "—in Longheat?" she attempts to reason, but to no end with either attempt as she's wonderfully wound in the sparkling fluff of a pink scarf that has already begun to shed sparkles down her back and shoulders like heatproof snow. A light laugh meets Nova's approval though as she reaches up to fluff her hair out from under it, "thanks."
She cuts a glance towards Vesper that might have been a quiet plea for help, but he's tilted towards Mateo, and more guests arrive through the door in celebration of the triplets. With Hawthorn blending into the group with all his natural charms, Colt decides a drink would make the insufferable itch of the scarf more tolerable.
Sliding in next toTheea at the bar, Colt leans against the cool counter like it's an old friend, one hand propped under her chin while the other taps a quiet rhythm against the top. Kaisel's entrance is abrupt enough to earn a turn of her head, and the attention lingers when he muddies the cheer a bit. Colt's gaze swings back towards Jack where the stare seems directed, curious as she tilts back onto her hand, but not enough to ask. At least, not until Vesper adds to the mix, dad dropping in with all the same surprise as mom had. Well, maybe not quite. Hard to compare Jack to Safrin honestly, and Colt had an inkling this time. "Hmm, bartending at his kids' birthday party, but doesn't own up to being dear ol' dad next to a well?" Colt drawls, one 'brow lifting in a look of disappointment, though it's hollow. Would've been nice to know she'd been thinking true back then, but good to know it runs in the family, those dangerous eyes and the trouble behind them.
"Paloma."
She cuts a glance towards Vesper that might have been a quiet plea for help, but he's tilted towards Mateo, and more guests arrive through the door in celebration of the triplets. With Hawthorn blending into the group with all his natural charms, Colt decides a drink would make the insufferable itch of the scarf more tolerable.
Sliding in next to
"Paloma."
Everything I hold dear resides in those eyes
You got that power over me
The only one I know, the only one on my mind
You got that power over me
The only one I know, the only one on my mind
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.
