COLT
If it rains it pours so go pour one strong
When it comes to this life, we only get one
When it comes to this life, we only get one
Not as practiced in driving horses compared to riding them, least of all with the intention of cutting up and re-smoothing roads with tools she doesn't even have names for, she takes the time to recheck all the rigging. The farmer who owns the device attached to Peanut had set it up for her, but part of her feels like getting her hands on the cables of leather will help her understand what does what exactly. Which, isn't wrong, but her head lifts from her inspection as her name is called out.
Her gaze lifts to find Nova on her icy island, the sight of which hits Colt harder than she would have expected it to. She knew she'd cross paths with one of them again sooner or later now that they all live here, she just also thought when the time came it wouldn't bother her in the slightest. They aren't him, after all, but there's no denying the way he leaps into her mind at the sight of his sparkling sister. Silently she swears under her breath at the jump scare of feelings she didn't prepare for, then forces a broad smile into place, hoping it might fold over all the pieces of him instead.
"Hey, Nova!" she calls back as chipper as ever, hand rising from the cords of leather to wave. "Yeah, helping make these roads a bit more usable here." She pauses, her wave settling into a thoughtful press of fingers on her chin. "Actually, your ice magic would be a big help with the memory mud. Could freeze the path ahead of us and when Peanut and I run through it with this rigging it should smooth it all back out. Hopefully keeping the memory mud extinguished beneath." Other than stabbing it with her arrows, she'd been planning on working through the worst of the normal mud, leaving the memory mud to the more capable, like Nova.
Her gaze lifts to find Nova on her icy island, the sight of which hits Colt harder than she would have expected it to. She knew she'd cross paths with one of them again sooner or later now that they all live here, she just also thought when the time came it wouldn't bother her in the slightest. They aren't him, after all, but there's no denying the way he leaps into her mind at the sight of his sparkling sister. Silently she swears under her breath at the jump scare of feelings she didn't prepare for, then forces a broad smile into place, hoping it might fold over all the pieces of him instead.
"Hey, Nova!" she calls back as chipper as ever, hand rising from the cords of leather to wave. "Yeah, helping make these roads a bit more usable here." She pauses, her wave settling into a thoughtful press of fingers on her chin. "Actually, your ice magic would be a big help with the memory mud. Could freeze the path ahead of us and when Peanut and I run through it with this rigging it should smooth it all back out. Hopefully keeping the memory mud extinguished beneath." Other than stabbing it with her arrows, she'd been planning on working through the worst of the normal mud, leaving the memory mud to the more capable, like Nova.
So I'm dead set on living while I'm still alive
Dead set on living til the day I die
Dead set on living til the day I die
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.
