COLT
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
The sound of an approach cuts her tune short, amber gaze peering curiously over her shoulder just as Caly calls out her name. The nearby horse flicks and ear their way but otherwise goes unbothered by the addition. "Hey!" she calls back, recognition lighting up her face into something a bit warmer than before. "Yeah, that's me," she affirms, tilting the brim of her hat in a nod of greeting. She straightens up, sitting back on her knees a bit more, the weed still grasped in her hand flung absently to the side.
"How ya been, Caly?" she asks conversationally more than anything, though admittedly given the last time she saw her had been the theatrical birthday, she hopes the answer can only be better. "It's a nice day out," Colt offers instead, a distraction if the truth of a response weighs too heavy. She gestures towards the mostly cloudless sky, the temperatures cool enough to require some layers, but not biting yet. "Thought I'd help spruce up the area before all the storms start to roll in and set the weeds racing." There's an unspoken offer in it, for Caly to join her if she likes, find some peace of mind in the way working land only seems to be able to offer, at least in Colt's opinion. The unused tools scattered around suggest as much in whatever Colt doesn't say. "Unless you're dead set on testing your sense of direction?" there's a knowing tilt of her head, taking in some of the leaves clinging stubbornly to Caly's legs.
"How ya been, Caly?" she asks conversationally more than anything, though admittedly given the last time she saw her had been the theatrical birthday, she hopes the answer can only be better. "It's a nice day out," Colt offers instead, a distraction if the truth of a response weighs too heavy. She gestures towards the mostly cloudless sky, the temperatures cool enough to require some layers, but not biting yet. "Thought I'd help spruce up the area before all the storms start to roll in and set the weeds racing." There's an unspoken offer in it, for Caly to join her if she likes, find some peace of mind in the way working land only seems to be able to offer, at least in Colt's opinion. The unused tools scattered around suggest as much in whatever Colt doesn't say. "Unless you're dead set on testing your sense of direction?" there's a knowing tilt of her head, taking in some of the leaves clinging stubbornly to Caly's legs.
No smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
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.
