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
Her lips press into an amused line, not quite light enough to rouse a laugh, but humored by this potential horror of her death all the same. "An annoying amount of paperwork, probably," she reasons, airily continuing the hypothetical. At least she'd found that to be the case when her husband passed, and there's always documents for her livestock, although that usually has to do with balancing books.
As he steps into the room, she peeks in around him, curious about this unseen part of the House. Although she doesn't expect anything too thrilling, it's always nice to be given a chance to see a secret, even an ordinary one. It's why, unfortunately, she also catches sight of the moving shadow. Hard to say how much it scares her compared to how much he scares her with his response, the sudden flash of lightning across his scars not helping one bit, all of which causes a startled scream to depart her lips.
Because the 'monster' is identified in the next breath after, an embarrassed laugh does peter out this time, along with a swift smack to his arm. "Don't do that," she scolds with a long, amused sigh wrapping up the moment. Still, she reaches into the side of her boot to pull out her trusty pocket knife, just in case there's more than wine spiders lurking. Truthfully the best knife is the man beside her, half-chicken as they both are right now, but it makes her feel more comfortable to have a grip on something.
Though, this isn't her trusty pocket knife, it's her rusty one. Fucking shit candle light.
Grumbling under her breath she fidgets with her blade while he busies himself in a chest. She manages to work the metal point free to a mostly straight angle, then dips it behind her head into her quiver to add some kind of useful point to the tetanus weapon as the magic container sharpens it for her.
"Are you sure?" she asks, surprise lifting her features as her attention turns back to him, blade held aloft in one hand and the other settling on her hip. The shadows try to claim him in this dark, forgotten space. Just the lantern he brought, and the glow of the door to the rest of the house behind her, offers some amber visibility. "That's awful kind of you Flood. I owe you one." Through the spill of gold that skips over the edges of him, one side better lit than the other, she can make out the still moving feathers that roll around him. It's an unsettling thing, an she can't decide if it's because it's not typical to see flesh bloom into feather, or if it's more because she doesn't like it when he's the uneasy one.
She leans back into a stack of something, resting the tip of her ass on it as she settles a touch. "You alright, Sunjata?" she asks, softening further still, but with the quiet of understanding more than true worry.
As he steps into the room, she peeks in around him, curious about this unseen part of the House. Although she doesn't expect anything too thrilling, it's always nice to be given a chance to see a secret, even an ordinary one. It's why, unfortunately, she also catches sight of the moving shadow. Hard to say how much it scares her compared to how much he scares her with his response, the sudden flash of lightning across his scars not helping one bit, all of which causes a startled scream to depart her lips.
Because the 'monster' is identified in the next breath after, an embarrassed laugh does peter out this time, along with a swift smack to his arm. "Don't do that," she scolds with a long, amused sigh wrapping up the moment. Still, she reaches into the side of her boot to pull out her trusty pocket knife, just in case there's more than wine spiders lurking. Truthfully the best knife is the man beside her, half-chicken as they both are right now, but it makes her feel more comfortable to have a grip on something.
Though, this isn't her trusty pocket knife, it's her rusty one. Fucking shit candle light.
Grumbling under her breath she fidgets with her blade while he busies himself in a chest. She manages to work the metal point free to a mostly straight angle, then dips it behind her head into her quiver to add some kind of useful point to the tetanus weapon as the magic container sharpens it for her.
"Are you sure?" she asks, surprise lifting her features as her attention turns back to him, blade held aloft in one hand and the other settling on her hip. The shadows try to claim him in this dark, forgotten space. Just the lantern he brought, and the glow of the door to the rest of the house behind her, offers some amber visibility. "That's awful kind of you Flood. I owe you one." Through the spill of gold that skips over the edges of him, one side better lit than the other, she can make out the still moving feathers that roll around him. It's an unsettling thing, an she can't decide if it's because it's not typical to see flesh bloom into feather, or if it's more because she doesn't like it when he's the uneasy one.
She leans back into a stack of something, resting the tip of her ass on it as she settles a touch. "You alright, Sunjata?" she asks, softening further still, but with the quiet of understanding more than true worry.
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.
