Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
She pulls a face that answers before her tongue manages to. "Whole thing's sloppier than a whore in church," she informs him with a dramatic sigh. "This," she gestures again towards the mess here, "isn't half was bad as all the roads or my pastures. Seems every day we're unsticking a cow or a horse that's gotten bogged down." Thankless and filthy work that she was happy to leave to the hands today in order to scurry out here for other matters she deemed important. "And the rain just keeps dropping buckets on our heads so there's no end in sight." It's enough water that she's sure even Sunjata can't be happy about it, although she hasn't asked him, and if he is she might throttle him into becoming a personal umbrella until he's equally as miserable. If only she could make good on it, but a girl could dream.
Leaving LongNight good and well behind them both, she nods her head instead as business redirects to the task at hand. "With bow and arrow, almost always," she murmurs, and it isn't boastful, just honest. She pulls the bow from around her shoulder and holds it firm in her hand, fingers curling against the wood grain with comfort granted by familiarity. "Can always improve my speed and aim though," she admits. "Especially on an unpredictable, moving target." Her gaze drifts up from the weapon to him, a sly smile curling in on the edges. "Figured I'd show you at my best, and work back from there in time. So, up for a little target practice?"
Leaving LongNight good and well behind them both, she nods her head instead as business redirects to the task at hand. "With bow and arrow, almost always," she murmurs, and it isn't boastful, just honest. She pulls the bow from around her shoulder and holds it firm in her hand, fingers curling against the wood grain with comfort granted by familiarity. "Can always improve my speed and aim though," she admits. "Especially on an unpredictable, moving target." Her gaze drifts up from the weapon to him, a sly smile curling in on the edges. "Figured I'd show you at my best, and work back from there in time. So, up for a little target practice?"
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.
