Colt
Each fallen flower sends her further over the edge. All her playful edges have been lost to sharpness as each splatter of mud and raindrop that lands in her eye makes her bristle. She's withdrawn into pure silence at this point. Any word she speaks won't be kind, so she sets her teeth against each other, her anger something for her to chew on.
It's not the grime, or the wet, or any part of the work and the storm itself that's got her sucked up on tiptoe like a cold-backed filly fresh under saddle. It's the timing. She was trying to do this and race the weather, but now that it's broke, her plans have all gone to hell and are soaked through in the most miserable way. She can enjoy a good storm certainly, but not when she's trying to accomplish shit in it, not when it's things that can't wait or would be better done dry.
With tight shoulders and a tighter lip, Colt does as she had been trying to avoid this whole time. She crouches and scoops a hollow in the ground with one hand, planting a flower with the other and packing the ground around it before moving on to repeat the same thing a bit further down.
Colt will shove a flower down your throat if you talk to her rn, but she is planting away, properly now
It's not the grime, or the wet, or any part of the work and the storm itself that's got her sucked up on tiptoe like a cold-backed filly fresh under saddle. It's the timing. She was trying to do this and race the weather, but now that it's broke, her plans have all gone to hell and are soaked through in the most miserable way. She can enjoy a good storm certainly, but not when she's trying to accomplish shit in it, not when it's things that can't wait or would be better done dry.
With tight shoulders and a tighter lip, Colt does as she had been trying to avoid this whole time. She crouches and scoops a hollow in the ground with one hand, planting a flower with the other and packing the ground around it before moving on to repeat the same thing a bit further down.
Colt will shove a flower down your throat if you talk to her rn, but she is planting away, properly now
I ain't gonna be that easy to leave
I'm gonna make you miss me
I'm gonna make you miss me
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.
