It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Colt tips her head in response to Thal's explanation, the glitter of her gaze behind her lashes full of understanding. Some nights it's worth the trouble, others...not so much. Although she rather thinks Thal could do with the end result of the struggle for the sake of everyone here, she recognizes the steadfast choice to not be bothered. Well, she tried.
She doesn't expect the subtle shift in Thalassa when her gaze returns from the crowd. Heartache, now that makes a bit more sense. If she had to guess, Thal hoped getting lost in a crowd would make her feel less alone, and is now bluntly aware that it's done the exact opposite. A strange feeling, to ache with loneliness in a crowded room. Can't be helped when there's only one hand you're hoping will grab hold. "You think?" Colt muses into her glass. "I reckon everyone gets a little lost sometimes, especially when it's dark out and there's costumes."
With her drink done and her dance offer denied, Colt has less and less reason to remain here. She's put in her ride, and sometimes it takes more than one to break 'em. Better to bail with no broken bones then get too caught up in an idea of winning. Each day is a chance to try again and learn. "That's too bad," Colt laments with a low sigh, a faint smile tugging at the edges of her lips. "I'm gonna dance with someone before the night's over though, so I guess this is adios Peach." Colt starts to pull away from the table, dipping her head in farewell. She does linger for a half step though, glancing over her shoulder at the tragically beautiful and broken girl. "I hope he finds you in time for a song." Him being, whoever has got a hold of her heart, because Colt knows the symptoms of love's ailments when she sees 'em.
She doesn't expect the subtle shift in Thalassa when her gaze returns from the crowd. Heartache, now that makes a bit more sense. If she had to guess, Thal hoped getting lost in a crowd would make her feel less alone, and is now bluntly aware that it's done the exact opposite. A strange feeling, to ache with loneliness in a crowded room. Can't be helped when there's only one hand you're hoping will grab hold. "You think?" Colt muses into her glass. "I reckon everyone gets a little lost sometimes, especially when it's dark out and there's costumes."
With her drink done and her dance offer denied, Colt has less and less reason to remain here. She's put in her ride, and sometimes it takes more than one to break 'em. Better to bail with no broken bones then get too caught up in an idea of winning. Each day is a chance to try again and learn. "That's too bad," Colt laments with a low sigh, a faint smile tugging at the edges of her lips. "I'm gonna dance with someone before the night's over though, so I guess this is adios Peach." Colt starts to pull away from the table, dipping her head in farewell. She does linger for a half step though, glancing over her shoulder at the tragically beautiful and broken girl. "I hope he finds you in time for a song." Him being, whoever has got a hold of her heart, because Colt knows the symptoms of love's ailments when she sees 'em.
Colt
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now
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.
