Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
She'd written him once the season broke, because busy as she is, she needs to carve out time to improve herself. After having her ass handed to her by several fierce women of late, safe to say Colt's ego is a little bruised when it comes to holding her own in a fight. Not that any of the losses had surprised her, she's green about most forms of combat, but it expecting something to be shitty doesn't change how terrible it is to swallow it.
She could probably finetune herself around town, but getting back to the bruised ego, she'd rather not give anyone she regularly sees any more fuel to work with. Deimos had impressed her early on, and whether he likes the comparison or not, he still reminds her of her own father, the main teacher of her life. Needing the comfort right now, she asked for his help, relenting to the idea at last that she needs it, and needs to do more than just fumble through the steps.
She sinks into mud, shockingly, as she dismounts in the jungle. She'd begged him for somewhere less distant than his home, and less cold. She'd just got done freezing her ass off all season, she doesn't have much inclination to do any more of it so soon. Though, jungles haven't treated her too well either, but at least she can feel her toes and her ears here.
Pulling off the bow and quiver from the horse, she puts both around her back. She figured she'd ease into it, start with something she knows, rather than wielding knives and pencils like she's got a clue. Slipping the bridle off the mare, she ties the halter lead to a nearby tree, leaving her loose enough to graze as Colt steps towards the designated meeting point, unsure who made it here first.
She could probably finetune herself around town, but getting back to the bruised ego, she'd rather not give anyone she regularly sees any more fuel to work with. Deimos had impressed her early on, and whether he likes the comparison or not, he still reminds her of her own father, the main teacher of her life. Needing the comfort right now, she asked for his help, relenting to the idea at last that she needs it, and needs to do more than just fumble through the steps.
She sinks into mud, shockingly, as she dismounts in the jungle. She'd begged him for somewhere less distant than his home, and less cold. She'd just got done freezing her ass off all season, she doesn't have much inclination to do any more of it so soon. Though, jungles haven't treated her too well either, but at least she can feel her toes and her ears here.
Pulling off the bow and quiver from the horse, she puts both around her back. She figured she'd ease into it, start with something she knows, rather than wielding knives and pencils like she's got a clue. Slipping the bridle off the mare, she ties the halter lead to a nearby tree, leaving her loose enough to graze as Colt steps towards the designated meeting point, unsure who made it here first.
Colt
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.
