COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
The yell almost doesn't reach her as the wind teases the words this way and that, but as it kicks up so too does Colt pause, tilting her hat against it and holding it on with one hand above her head. She catches the faintest outline of the shout and glances over at Mel. "Howdy!" she calls back, her squint relenting as the wind calms. Straightening her hat back out and twisting her hair into a quick braid before she spends all night combing it, she nods at Mel, the words easier to catch now that they're closer and the breeze isn't throwing them sideways. "Yeah. I thought, what the hell, nothing sounds better than shooting sharp objects into an unpredictable sky and seeing if I can hit anything or go home pissed off if I can't," she grins, a laugh edging her plan now that she says it out loud.
"Admittedly when I first decided to do this, it wasn't quite this stormy, so what do you say, wanna see what we can get up to as a spar?" she also vaguely recalls the woman, but admittedly her eyes had not been on the flaming archer at the pool party. She sets her sack of leather bits and bow to the side and extends her other in a shake. "I'm Colt, a rancher 'round these parts."
"Admittedly when I first decided to do this, it wasn't quite this stormy, so what do you say, wanna see what we can get up to as a spar?" she also vaguely recalls the woman, but admittedly her eyes had not been on the flaming archer at the pool party. She sets her sack of leather bits and bow to the side and extends her other in a shake. "I'm Colt, a rancher 'round these parts."
They'll never stay home
And they're always alone
And they're always alone
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.
