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
She isn't terribly well versed on edible glitter, so when Nova says she intends to ensure enough glitter is put on the macarons, Colt's features do their best not to shrink back in dismay. She knew Nova liked glitter, she just didn't think she meant to dust everyone's insides with it too, as if the way it spreads externally isnt already an epidemic where even the most mild encounter causes it to take over the immediate area. Mentally reminding herself not to eat the damn macarons the day of the festival, she struggles for a response that could pass as pleasant. "Oh, yes well it's always good to double check on important things."
Secretly excited to see what stick horses Nova conjures up, only having some run of the mill ones herself, most of which she'd shipped off to Jack for a good laugh, she nods at the girl. Getting to work on the road then, and the egg soon thereafter, her gaze trails after Nova as Peanut continues to work at a slow and steady pace through the frost and the mire. "An egg?" Colt repeats, 'brow furrowing as she appraises the colorful object in Nova's hand. "That's the second one now," she murmurs, "I saw one with Sunjata the other day, and he saw one before then." It's not unusual to come across a nest once in a while, birds or snakes or something else, but those aren't the same as these lone and colorful variants.
At Nova's question, Colt shrugs. "Sure, if you want. Not so sure it'll be as fun as the ones we tossed at the House though," she grins at the memory. "I kept mine. Sitting in my kitchen." Mostly because she forgot about it, not because it had a particular place of honor. She just didn't want to leave it to spoil or break apart in her saddlebags. Meanwhile the mud that had been trying to adhere to egg which Nova yanked free is now tumbling towards her on a warpath, adamant about reclaiming its prize, or so it seems. Colt isn't sure it has the ability to think that far, but memory alone seems to draw it back just the same. "Watch out," Colt cautions with a nod of her head towards the globule.
Secretly excited to see what stick horses Nova conjures up, only having some run of the mill ones herself, most of which she'd shipped off to Jack for a good laugh, she nods at the girl. Getting to work on the road then, and the egg soon thereafter, her gaze trails after Nova as Peanut continues to work at a slow and steady pace through the frost and the mire. "An egg?" Colt repeats, 'brow furrowing as she appraises the colorful object in Nova's hand. "That's the second one now," she murmurs, "I saw one with Sunjata the other day, and he saw one before then." It's not unusual to come across a nest once in a while, birds or snakes or something else, but those aren't the same as these lone and colorful variants.
At Nova's question, Colt shrugs. "Sure, if you want. Not so sure it'll be as fun as the ones we tossed at the House though," she grins at the memory. "I kept mine. Sitting in my kitchen." Mostly because she forgot about it, not because it had a particular place of honor. She just didn't want to leave it to spoil or break apart in her saddlebags. Meanwhile the mud that had been trying to adhere to egg which Nova yanked free is now tumbling towards her on a warpath, adamant about reclaiming its prize, or so it seems. Colt isn't sure it has the ability to think that far, but memory alone seems to draw it back just the same. "Watch out," Colt cautions with a nod of her head towards the globule.
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.
