Colt
Love's just one of them words
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
The shadow of her smile hanging beneath the playful banter gives way to surprise. The dozen of his dark hands weaving support into the ladder and the ready extension of his arm to catch anything that'd tumble all seems like overkill for stepping down a few rungs. It's the way he cuts to the quick that really throws her though, and for a moment she doesn't place the meaning. Painted? is the answer she's tempted to say, and even casts a glance back at the wall like maybe she'd done a worse job than she realized. This could be his roundabout way of asking why she's offering up skills she doesn't actually have to the town, but none of that really slots in together. There's too much unfamiliar edge to him for this to be about paint, unless his other hobby is judging how well people match their color to their trim.
It doesn't take too long for the meaning to land true, and exhaling the understanding she lifts up the hurt leg a little and wags her toe back and forth. "Oh this?" she says, the way a girl does when complimented on a dress that she pretends didn't take far too much time or money to turn out looking so nice. Her eyes turn back to his for confirmation as she gingerly sets the leg back down, a shrug sealing the this little ol' thing? of it all. "Received a reminder not to stick my nose in business it doesn't belong in." The corner of her mouth quirks to the side, teeth pressing together like she means to chew apart the resurfacing memory of the mud holding her despite all her caution, of the ugly tongue nearly snatching more than some of her hide.
"Hunting doesn't go so well without you it seems," she huffs, trying to spread some humor over the hurt, both physically and to her pride. "So next time a giant toad tries to eat me out in the swamp, wanna come along?" Maybe he'd reconsider how easy painting a house is with that offer.
"Fortunately Nova killed it, everyeone was alright in the end." The shower of little tiny toads afterwards seems to suggest they might have just helped its lifecycle along, but close enough. She'd thought he'd have heard already, from Nova, but perhaps she accidentally just threw his sister into the fire. "Nova did great. Don't think we'd have made it so well without her." Maybe some peace of mind for him, maybe not, but Colt has been impressed twice now by her, although darts with icicles doesn't hold a candle to blowing a toad into acid spray. It is disappointing it ruined her favorite rain jacket.
"Figure to ask Frey for some way to heal next, could avoid this layup in the future." Not that she's particularly planning on making it a habit to run around battling monsters, but some healing in your pocket never hurts.
It doesn't take too long for the meaning to land true, and exhaling the understanding she lifts up the hurt leg a little and wags her toe back and forth. "Oh this?" she says, the way a girl does when complimented on a dress that she pretends didn't take far too much time or money to turn out looking so nice. Her eyes turn back to his for confirmation as she gingerly sets the leg back down, a shrug sealing the this little ol' thing? of it all. "Received a reminder not to stick my nose in business it doesn't belong in." The corner of her mouth quirks to the side, teeth pressing together like she means to chew apart the resurfacing memory of the mud holding her despite all her caution, of the ugly tongue nearly snatching more than some of her hide.
"Hunting doesn't go so well without you it seems," she huffs, trying to spread some humor over the hurt, both physically and to her pride. "So next time a giant toad tries to eat me out in the swamp, wanna come along?" Maybe he'd reconsider how easy painting a house is with that offer.
"Fortunately Nova killed it, everyeone was alright in the end." The shower of little tiny toads afterwards seems to suggest they might have just helped its lifecycle along, but close enough. She'd thought he'd have heard already, from Nova, but perhaps she accidentally just threw his sister into the fire. "Nova did great. Don't think we'd have made it so well without her." Maybe some peace of mind for him, maybe not, but Colt has been impressed twice now by her, although darts with icicles doesn't hold a candle to blowing a toad into acid spray. It is disappointing it ruined her favorite rain jacket.
"Figure to ask Frey for some way to heal next, could avoid this layup in the future." Not that she's particularly planning on making it a habit to run around battling monsters, but some healing in your pocket never hurts.
If you were my last shot of whiskey
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
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.
