COLT
I used to shine bright like gold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
She curses the whole walk here. The whole point of stocking up on supplies is to not have to run out and get more. Getting so shitfaced she broke the rest of her tequila bottles? Stupid, but understandable, weirdly. Failing to procure enough lantern oil and only realizing it once she ran out? Dumb, no other way about it. She can't for the life of her remember why she put so many empty bottles back in the box, the box she peeked at before LongNight and said, yeah, that's plenty. Which, it would have been, if they weren't bone dry.
For a while she tried to go without, but a few candles and her fireplace didn't provide enough light and she wound up tripping over so many damn dogs every time she turned around it's a wonder she's not limping in with a broken neck begging for healing. In and out, she tells herself with a deep breath as she stands before the House of Midnight. It's her closest option, and while she'd prefer no one see her out and about and try to talk to her, this place being perhaps the worst place to go to achieve that, without a lantern to ride with she can't do much else but walk.
Hauling open the doors, her quiver slung over her back rattling with the effort, she slips in. The warmth hits her immediately, and after stamping the snow off her boots and brushing it from her jeans, she wriggles out of her gloves and thick jacket. She hangs it by the door and leans her bow there, but she puts the quiver back on after tugging her hair free, hoping it might be enough indicator she's not here to linger for a nice drink and a chat. Her gaze sweeps the gathered crowd, trying to angle the brim of her hat in such a way to obscure her face more but let her peek out. It kinda works.
The moment her focus snags on Sunjata her eyes brighten. She's heard he doesn't venture out much either this time of year, and he'd not known her late husband, so with any luck this will be a painless exchange. "Hey!" she huffs out to him as she leans against the bar like an overboard sailor finally catching onto life raft. "You don't have any lantern oil you can spare, d'ya?"
For a while she tried to go without, but a few candles and her fireplace didn't provide enough light and she wound up tripping over so many damn dogs every time she turned around it's a wonder she's not limping in with a broken neck begging for healing. In and out, she tells herself with a deep breath as she stands before the House of Midnight. It's her closest option, and while she'd prefer no one see her out and about and try to talk to her, this place being perhaps the worst place to go to achieve that, without a lantern to ride with she can't do much else but walk.
Hauling open the doors, her quiver slung over her back rattling with the effort, she slips in. The warmth hits her immediately, and after stamping the snow off her boots and brushing it from her jeans, she wriggles out of her gloves and thick jacket. She hangs it by the door and leans her bow there, but she puts the quiver back on after tugging her hair free, hoping it might be enough indicator she's not here to linger for a nice drink and a chat. Her gaze sweeps the gathered crowd, trying to angle the brim of her hat in such a way to obscure her face more but let her peek out. It kinda works.
The moment her focus snags on Sunjata her eyes brighten. She's heard he doesn't venture out much either this time of year, and he'd not known her late husband, so with any luck this will be a painless exchange. "Hey!" she huffs out to him as she leans against the bar like an overboard sailor finally catching onto life raft. "You don't have any lantern oil you can spare, d'ya?"
I gave up a piece of my heart
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
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.
