Colt
I know it's a drag, I know it's a grind
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
I know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul-sucking town
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
I know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul-sucking town
His voice tugs at her attention, the quiet tone bidding more than just an ear be lent, not that it requires much to encourage her eyes to him. She does pause in her busying with supplies to afford it though, tracking the subtle retreat of his usual ease. "You did?" If there's surprise in her tone, it's because she's fucking surprised. "You just run around fighting every manner of creature in-between our visits? That's three for three now." There's a bit of a playful tease to it, like she's finally got some aspect of him solved, monster hunter extraordinaire—Deimos would love to have him on the team. "And you didn't even stop by for a hello?" She scoffs, tsking at him like he's wounded her hospitality.
He charms his way out of any actual offense though, her own half smile slipping in as she shakes her head at him and resumes pulling her weapons off the horse. "No pressure then." Although, she's fairly confident it will go smoother, if only because less cooks is usually a better meal. She slips a knife between her boot and her pant leg. A bow, the quiver Frey made, and a host of arrows inside of it are slung over her back.
As she ties Biscuit's lead to the hitching post they're beside, she glances sidelong at him, his suggestion earning a widening grin. "Careful, you keep offering me rides and I'll get you a saddle made for real." She gives no edge of humor to suggest she isn't serious, deadpanning for a moment, although he'd know it's entirely in jest. She can't maintain it though when he tells her what he'd done last time, and a belly laugh slips free, a hand jostling his shoulder in disbelief. "You did not," she manages after residual chuckles. "I bet you had a funny accent, or said something entirely wrong, like hey, fuck you, and really pissed them off."
Much as she'd like to see it in real time, she simmers to just a grin and a shake of her head. "No," she sighs after a moment, like giving up the opportunity of sitting on his back again is one she truly laments. "I think by foot. I want to hit them from a distance first. They're more dangerous up close." Natural swords and all. "Besides, wouldn't your other form be more effective?" Not for travel, or summoning, but murdering.
He charms his way out of any actual offense though, her own half smile slipping in as she shakes her head at him and resumes pulling her weapons off the horse. "No pressure then." Although, she's fairly confident it will go smoother, if only because less cooks is usually a better meal. She slips a knife between her boot and her pant leg. A bow, the quiver Frey made, and a host of arrows inside of it are slung over her back.
As she ties Biscuit's lead to the hitching post they're beside, she glances sidelong at him, his suggestion earning a widening grin. "Careful, you keep offering me rides and I'll get you a saddle made for real." She gives no edge of humor to suggest she isn't serious, deadpanning for a moment, although he'd know it's entirely in jest. She can't maintain it though when he tells her what he'd done last time, and a belly laugh slips free, a hand jostling his shoulder in disbelief. "You did not," she manages after residual chuckles. "I bet you had a funny accent, or said something entirely wrong, like hey, fuck you, and really pissed them off."
Much as she'd like to see it in real time, she simmers to just a grin and a shake of her head. "No," she sighs after a moment, like giving up the opportunity of sitting on his back again is one she truly laments. "I think by foot. I want to hit them from a distance first. They're more dangerous up close." Natural swords and all. "Besides, wouldn't your other form be more effective?" Not for travel, or summoning, but murdering.
Let's make a little lemonade if lemons is all we got
Sunset's like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen
Don't waste another mile or a minute not kissin' me
Life is short, make it sweet
Sunset's like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen
Don't waste another mile or a minute not kissin' me
Life is short, make it sweet
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.
