It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Withdrawing from the tables and Thalassa, Colt is on the hunt more thoroughly now for her favorite brand of midnight She spotted Hawthorn finally, but he seems perfectly content, and he's not the man she'd really been hoping to discover, so she leaves him be. Each masks she passes she glances into, lingering when it's blue eyes that blink back, but each pair isn't quite right. After staring into enough, she's starting to doubt if she even can pick him out of a crowd, if she'd already passed him and hadn't known. How is it she can tell five different black colored horses apart but can't find one particular man at a party?
The golder shimmer of Calypso in the distance is like a glow of salvation, and Colt's pace picks up as she weaves through the pairs and the groups to her. "Hey Caly," she greets with an edge of relief as she steps in beside the familiar face, grateful for her more gilded take on Ludo. "You, Nova, and Vesper having a good night so far?" she asks, casual as can be about the whole thing.
The golder shimmer of Calypso in the distance is like a glow of salvation, and Colt's pace picks up as she weaves through the pairs and the groups to her. "Hey Caly," she greets with an edge of relief as she steps in beside the familiar face, grateful for her more gilded take on Ludo. "You, Nova, and Vesper having a good night so far?" she asks, casual as can be about the whole thing.
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.
