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
For perhaps the first time yet, Colt entirely agrees with Nova. The mud is gross and has also made her trip out of a boot a time or two already, among other nuisances. "Yup!" she confirms, the p carrying a lot of lip with it so it pops. The agreement is short-lived, Colt's expression rising a bit into a slower nod of agreement about rainbow macarons. "Are you helping the bakers?" she asks with a tilt, hair turning over her shoulder with the motion. "Last I heard you were making some enchanted stick horses for the festivities, yeah?" The knowledge of which has Colt absolutely grinning for real this time as she steps back into place behind the horse.
Nova is off like the image of grace, an envious picture when the world has been a slog of late. Ice spreads like a sea from the tips of her toes, glittering out in an array of icy diamonds that snare on the cloud-muted light just enough to catch your breath with every shifting shimmer. It's pretty, and it's slick. It offers a completely different sort of terrain problem for her and her horse now, but thankfully they're still not too far off from Deepfrost and she hasn't had the farrier back out for all her stock yet. Peanut is still fitted with some specialized shoes for the cold season, especially important for her driving team where roads were bound to get icy. Little buds of metal serve as cleats, giving better traction, so she guides Peanute after Nova with a cluck and a slap of the reins at his flanks.
His horsepower lurches at first, yanking the tool against the frosted muck until something gives, him or it. He strains for a moment, momentum not built up yet, and she wonders if she's gone about this all wrong. Then, a crack, and the hard crust of ice folds into the wet mush beneath and the tool cuts and slides through it, reshaping the ground into something that could be considered passable. "Alright!" Colt calls out encouragingly, glancing down periodically to step around clumps and chunks that roll to the sides as Peanut moves on.
It's one such clump that catches her eye, her confusion verbalized with a "hang on. Hell's that?" A colorful lump rolls off to the side, undamaged, but wriggling with memory mud adhered to it. Another egg, though Colt can't quite discern that yet.
Colt spies the egg rolling away with memory mud on it, she'll let Nova pick it up!
Nova is off like the image of grace, an envious picture when the world has been a slog of late. Ice spreads like a sea from the tips of her toes, glittering out in an array of icy diamonds that snare on the cloud-muted light just enough to catch your breath with every shifting shimmer. It's pretty, and it's slick. It offers a completely different sort of terrain problem for her and her horse now, but thankfully they're still not too far off from Deepfrost and she hasn't had the farrier back out for all her stock yet. Peanut is still fitted with some specialized shoes for the cold season, especially important for her driving team where roads were bound to get icy. Little buds of metal serve as cleats, giving better traction, so she guides Peanute after Nova with a cluck and a slap of the reins at his flanks.
His horsepower lurches at first, yanking the tool against the frosted muck until something gives, him or it. He strains for a moment, momentum not built up yet, and she wonders if she's gone about this all wrong. Then, a crack, and the hard crust of ice folds into the wet mush beneath and the tool cuts and slides through it, reshaping the ground into something that could be considered passable. "Alright!" Colt calls out encouragingly, glancing down periodically to step around clumps and chunks that roll to the sides as Peanut moves on.
It's one such clump that catches her eye, her confusion verbalized with a "hang on. Hell's that?" A colorful lump rolls off to the side, undamaged, but wriggling with memory mud adhered to it. Another egg, though Colt can't quite discern that yet.
Colt spies the egg rolling away with memory mud on it, she'll let Nova pick it up!
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.
