Colt
Love's just one of them words
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
Unlike lately, today boasts clear skies and a deeper chill, helped along by the coastal breeze and the sea's temperatures as they drift along the docked marketplace. Colt pauses to close her jacket all the way up, shoulder bracing against the bite of the wind as the leather zips together. She fists her hands back in her pockets as soon as she's able, a chill running across her that she shakes off as she steps back along the wooden ramps. Her boots tap out an unsteady rhythm, her gaze wandering from one stall to the next, lingering at some, forging ahead past others. No jingle of spurs today, no hat either—a lazy day of errands and house work, the horses and the cattle left to be, except for trusty Beans who bore her here, his nose pressed to the hitching post well behind her where he dozes.
A familiar sight catches her eye as she passes one such stall, and she pauses, doing a double take before stepping back. She reverses back to the vendor, boot heels clicking together, warm drawl sent his way. "Howdy Sunjata." She leans a bit to the side to peer around his frame at the goods, 'brows lifting at the assorted masks on display. "Masquerade or just an average day for you?"
A familiar sight catches her eye as she passes one such stall, and she pauses, doing a double take before stepping back. She reverses back to the vendor, boot heels clicking together, warm drawl sent his way. "Howdy Sunjata." She leans a bit to the side to peer around his frame at the goods, 'brows lifting at the assorted masks on display. "Masquerade or just an average day for you?"
If you were my last shot of whiskey
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
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.
