COLT
Her eyes flick to him at his comment, unsure if he meant it that way or if she just took it that way. The sudden wolf's smile he's wearing is proof enough though, and she exhales a short laugh of disbelief at him before Bassian steals the entirety of her focus. Jack's explanation of the man before her perfectly suits the image of the grinning goon, and given how amenable Jack seems to be to the soft-hearted ruffian's whims, this must be the man's touch the captain is just as fond of.
"No shit?" She looses a low breath, tilting her hat towards the man who is arguably wearing a dress shorter than some of her own. "Then it's you I have to thank honey, for rustlin' up enough rough riders for me. Now I'll know who to call next time I need help, if your ankle's up to it." She winks at Bassian, as if his plan to get Jack to play with horses is a well kept secret she'll maintain.
His grip on the tequila is faster than she anticipates, and it snags a sudden glance from her, worried she misjudged the distance between them and had clobbered him with it. He's just quick, it'd seem, a man well versed on what it takes to make alcohol truly satisfying. The ice crawls along the glass like it’s alive, crystals shaping into fragments that catch the dying light like diamonds—just not quite so forever. Sometimes it's prettier when it's fragile, when you know you have to enjoy it before you lose it.
"All you magicians make me jealous," she admits with the press of a smile in one of her cheeks. "Sure seems to make everything simpler. The spirits are a little more," she waves her hand like there's dust in the air, "wishy washy." Might be that between horses and cattle doing dumb shit all day long she's run out of patience by the time she gets to the divine and all their fickle natures. She reaches back for the frosted tequila, peeling off the top as she eyes the crowd and their crafts. She doesn't miss the way he acts like he has no control over them, much like she'll feign that the dogs have the run of the house on days when she's too tired to be in charge any more. "So is the plan a dark ballerina, or is that kinda just what happened?"
"No shit?" She looses a low breath, tilting her hat towards the man who is arguably wearing a dress shorter than some of her own. "Then it's you I have to thank honey, for rustlin' up enough rough riders for me. Now I'll know who to call next time I need help, if your ankle's up to it." She winks at Bassian, as if his plan to get Jack to play with horses is a well kept secret she'll maintain.
His grip on the tequila is faster than she anticipates, and it snags a sudden glance from her, worried she misjudged the distance between them and had clobbered him with it. He's just quick, it'd seem, a man well versed on what it takes to make alcohol truly satisfying. The ice crawls along the glass like it’s alive, crystals shaping into fragments that catch the dying light like diamonds—just not quite so forever. Sometimes it's prettier when it's fragile, when you know you have to enjoy it before you lose it.
"All you magicians make me jealous," she admits with the press of a smile in one of her cheeks. "Sure seems to make everything simpler. The spirits are a little more," she waves her hand like there's dust in the air, "wishy washy." Might be that between horses and cattle doing dumb shit all day long she's run out of patience by the time she gets to the divine and all their fickle natures. She reaches back for the frosted tequila, peeling off the top as she eyes the crowd and their crafts. She doesn't miss the way he acts like he has no control over them, much like she'll feign that the dogs have the run of the house on days when she's too tired to be in charge any more. "So is the plan a dark ballerina, or is that kinda just what happened?"
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.
