Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson
They walk the familiar path towards Frey's shrine, box of goods in hand, ones she eyes every so often as a shift causes a new color or gleam to become exposed. "How do you have this many?" she asks Thorn with a devious glance, shaking the box to hear all the toys rattle around inside, as if she might be able to get an accurate count that way. Nevermind all the ones he's carting around too.
Her attention darts back over her shoulder, loose hair shifting under her hat with the movement. She sighs loudly, steps slowing as she turns properly back to face the way they'd come, box rattling with the motion. "This damn dog, always wandering," she complains, though affection edges in on the annoyance. He is just a puppy still after all, and a damn cute one she has to admit. "Smooooooooches!" she calls out, keeping the name bright and cheerful to rouse the pup back to her heels and not give him the impression he'll receive a scolding. Perhaps a leash sooner than later if he's going to keep slowing her down while he gallivants around to every pile of dung and knee-high shrug he can find.
"It's Frey's puppy," she murmurs to Thorn as the black and white head of the border collie pup rears up from some dead grass off to the side of the path. He's still for a moment, before zooming towards them with newfound energy, graceless in his speed and his growth. "They kissed him, so I thought Smooches was fitting," she explains, grinning as the dog breezes past, running on ahead now like he'll finish leading the way to the godly monument. She turns back after him, continuing on, the shrine in sight.
Her attention darts back over her shoulder, loose hair shifting under her hat with the movement. She sighs loudly, steps slowing as she turns properly back to face the way they'd come, box rattling with the motion. "This damn dog, always wandering," she complains, though affection edges in on the annoyance. He is just a puppy still after all, and a damn cute one she has to admit. "Smooooooooches!" she calls out, keeping the name bright and cheerful to rouse the pup back to her heels and not give him the impression he'll receive a scolding. Perhaps a leash sooner than later if he's going to keep slowing her down while he gallivants around to every pile of dung and knee-high shrug he can find.
"It's Frey's puppy," she murmurs to Thorn as the black and white head of the border collie pup rears up from some dead grass off to the side of the path. He's still for a moment, before zooming towards them with newfound energy, graceless in his speed and his growth. "They kissed him, so I thought Smooches was fitting," she explains, grinning as the dog breezes past, running on ahead now like he'll finish leading the way to the godly monument. She turns back after him, continuing on, the shrine in sight.
Colt
The grip you got on me is really quite impressive
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.
