// Different night, same rodeo //
Each encounter she's had, small or large, has taught her something. Every time, her take away is how much she's still lacking. Too few tools, too straight forward with her thinking, too untested in the world after secluding herself in her island of a ranch. "Smart," she commends of Alys' answer, 'brows lifting with an impressed arch. She mostly keeps Accepted employed, easily forgetting to use the traits of the more naturally gifted. Abandoned and Accepted always want her to pay them more, and they tend to ruffle the feathers in the bunk house, a little too cocky about their abilities when it comes to all the peacocking cowboys are want to do.
"Probably should have used that plan from the start," Colt mutters after securing the deer to the unicorn and walking alongside Alys back to the other one. "Might have managed to nab more than two then, but this'll have to do." She leans down to collect her arrows now, then together they lift and tie down this deer. "Because, I dunno about you, but I'm done smelling this and walking through it." A glance down at her mud-flecked attire from her mad dash across the terrain says plenty. "Let's go home.'
[FIN]
"Probably should have used that plan from the start," Colt mutters after securing the deer to the unicorn and walking alongside Alys back to the other one. "Might have managed to nab more than two then, but this'll have to do." She leans down to collect her arrows now, then together they lift and tie down this deer. "Because, I dunno about you, but I'm done smelling this and walking through it." A glance down at her mud-flecked attire from her mad dash across the terrain says plenty. "Let's go home.'
[FIN]
Colt
// Set me on fire, put me out like smoke //
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.
