COLT
"Is that what you're blaming it on, your face?" she smirks without looking up, focused on not stabbing her fingers with the needle as she loops it under and around. Sounds easy, but with the haze of liquor on an empty stomach and the dark upon dark upon dark, she's felt its bite come in near warning once or twice already.
One 'brow arches up as he seems to imply his looks came from some place other than his parents. Who knows, maybe he's from the stars too, or perhaps spit out by the sea itself if we're staying on theme here. Maybe all of those sea monsters he's praying against are actually just extended family members, in which case, she completely understands doing whatever it takes to avoid them, sewing and all.
Peering around her held up attire to see his response as much as hear it, as if she can't quite trust the words alone, she nods in acceptance of what he offers. Passable is really all she's aiming for. "You're right, we really should be thanking him," she laughs, the sound bright and sudden at poor Bassian's title. She sighs out a steadying breath as the chuckle dies down, her dress-cloak bundle bunching up in her lap. She tilts her head back a moment, watching the clouds drift by slowly. Her efforts have produced enough for the night, she's can always finish the mask and the sleeves and whatever else later. She has a horse to get back to, after all, and her patience for dodging a needle only lasts so long.
"It's a shame you'll be leaving come morning," she says, seemingly more to the sky than him. "I was just getting used to all your sailors being in town all the time." Her head drops back down, soft smile offered across the way to where he worked on his mask. "They're fun." A lively bunch, to be sure. "Guess I'll have to visit Torchline more often. Who knows, maybe help you one day," she grins, her help liable to worse than his riding if it had anything to do with seas and ships.
"At least I'll know one hidden face among the chaos," she says with a nod towards his outfit, swinging her feet off the chair and rising, boots thumping back on the deck. She really is grateful for that. "Anyway, I'm heading out before the night gets older. See ya around, captain," she says with a flick off her hat, slinging her outfit over her shoulder and tucking her tequila under her arm before sauntering off the boat.
[FIN]
One 'brow arches up as he seems to imply his looks came from some place other than his parents. Who knows, maybe he's from the stars too, or perhaps spit out by the sea itself if we're staying on theme here. Maybe all of those sea monsters he's praying against are actually just extended family members, in which case, she completely understands doing whatever it takes to avoid them, sewing and all.
Peering around her held up attire to see his response as much as hear it, as if she can't quite trust the words alone, she nods in acceptance of what he offers. Passable is really all she's aiming for. "You're right, we really should be thanking him," she laughs, the sound bright and sudden at poor Bassian's title. She sighs out a steadying breath as the chuckle dies down, her dress-cloak bundle bunching up in her lap. She tilts her head back a moment, watching the clouds drift by slowly. Her efforts have produced enough for the night, she's can always finish the mask and the sleeves and whatever else later. She has a horse to get back to, after all, and her patience for dodging a needle only lasts so long.
"It's a shame you'll be leaving come morning," she says, seemingly more to the sky than him. "I was just getting used to all your sailors being in town all the time." Her head drops back down, soft smile offered across the way to where he worked on his mask. "They're fun." A lively bunch, to be sure. "Guess I'll have to visit Torchline more often. Who knows, maybe help you one day," she grins, her help liable to worse than his riding if it had anything to do with seas and ships.
"At least I'll know one hidden face among the chaos," she says with a nod towards his outfit, swinging her feet off the chair and rising, boots thumping back on the deck. She really is grateful for that. "Anyway, I'm heading out before the night gets older. See ya around, captain," she says with a flick off her hat, slinging her outfit over her shoulder and tucking her tequila under her arm before sauntering off the boat.
[FIN]
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.
