Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson
The sigh of the world making space for Frey's presence is the only warning Colt gets before the figure of her god appears before her. She's more prepared this time for the face that greets her when she looks up.
Vesper sits before her, as languid as ever, the smirk that cuts his mouth all too familiar. It's a better rendition this time, like the fog of a dream lifting and clarifying the image, something more akin to a well-preserved memory. Though, the blue of his eyes are a little off, maybe something Frey would never be able to get quite right.
Colt's head tilts, the faintest smile fitting into place as Fresper's voice hums to life with words she's certain he'd never say. It scrapes back the illusion just enough that she keeps some of her wits about her this time, something Vrey seems intent to fix as they so kindly share the experience of the shot. The unexpected kick of heat in her throat sets her eyes wide, breath wheezing past on a short, sputtering cough. The surprise quickly fades to recognition, allowing her to ride out the burn like any other night, the settle of it in her belly a pleasant glow. "Hell of a handshake," she laughs, the crisp bite of citrus assaulting her next, its own brand of zest, gathering the saliva and taste in her mouth until she swallows it down.
The sensations fade into a quiet flavor prickling the back of her tongue, attention wholly back on Fresper and their reassurances. Colt shifts slightly as Smooches stirs next to her, making no move to command the dog now, because puppy folly or not, he belongs to Frey. He rises with purpose though, and curiously Colt's gaze trails him into the brush, awe breaking in as his nose reveals the freshly formed quiver. She is still, silently appraising the dark leather and its perfect designs, marveling at the ripple of possibility it casts around itself. Her focus flicks to Vrey at their words, then back to the prize, a tentative hand extended towards it. Not one that's nervous, or afraid, just the careful sort of reach that suggests she recognizes the weight of what she's reaching for.
She pulls it to her lap, thumb tracking over the tooling with a smile. "It's beautiful," she commends Fresper, looking back up to them with grateful acceptance. After a moment, she slings it on her back, adjusting its strap until it rests just so, fluffing her hair out from under it. "Thank you," she murmurs, reluctantly rising to her feet to return home, Smooches with her. Maybe get some practice in with her new toy.
[FIN]
Vesper sits before her, as languid as ever, the smirk that cuts his mouth all too familiar. It's a better rendition this time, like the fog of a dream lifting and clarifying the image, something more akin to a well-preserved memory. Though, the blue of his eyes are a little off, maybe something Frey would never be able to get quite right.
Colt's head tilts, the faintest smile fitting into place as Fresper's voice hums to life with words she's certain he'd never say. It scrapes back the illusion just enough that she keeps some of her wits about her this time, something Vrey seems intent to fix as they so kindly share the experience of the shot. The unexpected kick of heat in her throat sets her eyes wide, breath wheezing past on a short, sputtering cough. The surprise quickly fades to recognition, allowing her to ride out the burn like any other night, the settle of it in her belly a pleasant glow. "Hell of a handshake," she laughs, the crisp bite of citrus assaulting her next, its own brand of zest, gathering the saliva and taste in her mouth until she swallows it down.
The sensations fade into a quiet flavor prickling the back of her tongue, attention wholly back on Fresper and their reassurances. Colt shifts slightly as Smooches stirs next to her, making no move to command the dog now, because puppy folly or not, he belongs to Frey. He rises with purpose though, and curiously Colt's gaze trails him into the brush, awe breaking in as his nose reveals the freshly formed quiver. She is still, silently appraising the dark leather and its perfect designs, marveling at the ripple of possibility it casts around itself. Her focus flicks to Vrey at their words, then back to the prize, a tentative hand extended towards it. Not one that's nervous, or afraid, just the careful sort of reach that suggests she recognizes the weight of what she's reaching for.
She pulls it to her lap, thumb tracking over the tooling with a smile. "It's beautiful," she commends Fresper, looking back up to them with grateful acceptance. After a moment, she slings it on her back, adjusting its strap until it rests just so, fluffing her hair out from under it. "Thank you," she murmurs, reluctantly rising to her feet to return home, Smooches with her. Maybe get some practice in with her new toy.
[FIN]
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.
