COLT
Somewhere near the start of all the docks and merchant boats, a black gelding dozes where he's been left tied. Colt strolls the wooden platforms with a steady, but unhurried gait, drifting from one familiar stall to another as she restocks an assortment of key supplies (read: tequila) and 'window' shops. The day has just begun to lose some of its light, the newborn sunset already promising to put on an impressive display against the distant thunderheads that have gathered on the horizon over the water. It's making some of the sailors nervous, and their shops are closing up earlier than normal.
It's one such shop she's watching, too far to make it to in time, that causes her to stop. She has to tilt her head just so to keep the glint of the sun in the water off her eyes, but she can still see her hope of a new lemon flavored cheese wheel hauling away. It sets the faintest frown on her features, given it'd been half the reason she'd come here. There goes her well laid dinner plans, which consisted of that cheese and some crackers. Guess the tequila will have to do all the heavy lifting tonight.
A shout followed by a chorus of laughter pulls her attention over her shoulder, gaze drawn to the nearby skyship that drifts a bit out of place among all the vendor stalls.
It's one such shop she's watching, too far to make it to in time, that causes her to stop. She has to tilt her head just so to keep the glint of the sun in the water off her eyes, but she can still see her hope of a new lemon flavored cheese wheel hauling away. It sets the faintest frown on her features, given it'd been half the reason she'd come here. There goes her well laid dinner plans, which consisted of that cheese and some crackers. Guess the tequila will have to do all the heavy lifting tonight.
A shout followed by a chorus of laughter pulls her attention over her shoulder, gaze drawn to the nearby skyship that drifts a bit out of place among all the vendor stalls.
If I go missing, don't bother looking, I'm probably just riding the wind
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
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.
