Colt
Hugging her jacket tighter over her shoulders as she pushes her hands deeper in her pockets, Colt strides up to Alys and the gradual gathering of work. She's left her horse somewhere behind her, content to graze while it waits hobbled, and as such she's dressed for work that will be dirtier than tossing flowers around a graveyard. There's an impatient edge to her gait, not quick, but purposeful and sharp with intent. She wants this task put behind them, the promise of it all feeling real thin with the absence of the Family. The storm on the horizon doesn't help, making her nearly as nervous as her herds. She's got shit to do.
"Hey," she greets with a practiced smile. Nothing's clipped, it's just, not welcome to the idle chit chat that sipping tea and nibbling pastries threatens. So Colt lingers by the wagon, resisting the urge to reach out and grab some, chewing on the inside of her lip instead to ease some of the worry she's shouldering. There'll be time to do this and get back and finish off what she needs before the lightning comes, there has to be.
Colt arrives and stands ready by the flowers
"Hey," she greets with a practiced smile. Nothing's clipped, it's just, not welcome to the idle chit chat that sipping tea and nibbling pastries threatens. So Colt lingers by the wagon, resisting the urge to reach out and grab some, chewing on the inside of her lip instead to ease some of the worry she's shouldering. There'll be time to do this and get back and finish off what she needs before the lightning comes, there has to be.
Colt arrives and stands ready by the flowers
I ain't gonna be that easy to leave
I'm gonna make you miss me
I'm gonna make you miss me
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.
