COLT
Got a head full of noise
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
She deposits the miscellaneous shit she gathered to him when he starts to place his own assorted lost things, since she hasn't got a clue where they ought to be (and might have mistakenly picked up something that was, in fact, already home). Finishing off the chairs she heads up after him as their conversation continues.
"Accuracy?" she repeats with a snort, "that seems to be the one thing I got going for me," she smirks back in response, knowing all too well his thoughts about her antics with the ursur. "Now some damage, or something that ensures I won't go dirt skiing, that sounds better." Maybe something to snap it back into her hands, so that it wouldn't be up to a companion to try and loosen it from around a felled beast's tusks. "I'm working on arrows right now though," she admits instead. "Figured distance is a better choice than connecting myself to something pissed off." If she's angling for his approval, she'd never say it.
She grabs a broom she spots and sets about to stubborn cobwebs clinging in corners, the kind that'll stick even against the pulse of his air magic, unless he blows the whole building over. "Erebos is your son, right?" she asks with a grunt as she has to jump up to get one corner with the bristles. She already knew some of Deimos before joining the guild and pestering his halls with her questions, and being in the position he is means some of his privacy has been forfeit to the masses, not that she expects he'd keep a boy tucked away like a secret. "I'll have to bring him a stick horse next time," she smiles, glancing over at him with a laugh as he asks about chasing things. "I'd pay to see you chase something."
"Accuracy?" she repeats with a snort, "that seems to be the one thing I got going for me," she smirks back in response, knowing all too well his thoughts about her antics with the ursur. "Now some damage, or something that ensures I won't go dirt skiing, that sounds better." Maybe something to snap it back into her hands, so that it wouldn't be up to a companion to try and loosen it from around a felled beast's tusks. "I'm working on arrows right now though," she admits instead. "Figured distance is a better choice than connecting myself to something pissed off." If she's angling for his approval, she'd never say it.
She grabs a broom she spots and sets about to stubborn cobwebs clinging in corners, the kind that'll stick even against the pulse of his air magic, unless he blows the whole building over. "Erebos is your son, right?" she asks with a grunt as she has to jump up to get one corner with the bristles. She already knew some of Deimos before joining the guild and pestering his halls with her questions, and being in the position he is means some of his privacy has been forfeit to the masses, not that she expects he'd keep a boy tucked away like a secret. "I'll have to bring him a stick horse next time," she smiles, glancing over at him with a laugh as he asks about chasing things. "I'd pay to see you chase something."
Got the wind in my hair
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
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.
