Got the windows down and my finegrs crossed
Still eager to prove she’s better than the first time she worked with the Monster Hunter’s guild, Colt reluctantly agrees to this trip when Kaisel brings it up in town. ”Mhmm,” Colt says absently to Kaisel, half listening as she picks her way carefully around roots and bog. It’s slow going with the ground a bit obscured, which is why she’d left their horses back behind them, not needing to get the rides stuck instantly. She is on the lookout for signs too, but her gaze is higher, squinting along broken tree limbs that might give away a monster’s passing. Usually, something big enough to eat people leaves a mark.
Her jeans are tucked into her boots in an attempt to keep them as dry as possible. Her long, dark leather duster helps too, sweeping to the top of her calves and fitting down to her wrists, collar pulled tight against her neck. Her hair is braided to the side under her hat, turning the brim of it into wayward sprigs jutting out from the trees. Her bow and quiver thump along her back as she picks her path, the lasso fitted to her left hip swaying, her knife folded securely in the back pocket of her pants.
”Hey,” she calls out towards him, ”is that Nova?” There’s a familiar look to the tide jaguar she spies nearby. She figures it’s an Attuned, that or an extremely lost tide jaguar, but the iridescent sheen catches and nearly pinpoints the glittering girl. She waves at the panther should Nova look over.
Colt is walking carefully along the dry areas looking for signs of broken twigs.
On her is everything in her profile and a pocket knife, a shortbow, arrows in her quiver, and a lasso.
Regional Score bonus: +1 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc.
Her jeans are tucked into her boots in an attempt to keep them as dry as possible. Her long, dark leather duster helps too, sweeping to the top of her calves and fitting down to her wrists, collar pulled tight against her neck. Her hair is braided to the side under her hat, turning the brim of it into wayward sprigs jutting out from the trees. Her bow and quiver thump along her back as she picks her path, the lasso fitted to her left hip swaying, her knife folded securely in the back pocket of her pants.
”Hey,” she calls out towards him, ”is that Nova?” There’s a familiar look to the tide jaguar she spies nearby. She figures it’s an Attuned, that or an extremely lost tide jaguar, but the iridescent sheen catches and nearly pinpoints the glittering girl. She waves at the panther should Nova look over.
Colt is walking carefully along the dry areas looking for signs of broken twigs.
On her is everything in her profile and a pocket knife, a shortbow, arrows in her quiver, and a lasso.
Regional Score bonus: +1 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc.
Colt
Just lookin' for a brand new way to get lost
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.
