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
That Nova's first thought about who makes the eggs is wanting to help them is quietly endearing. It tugs a little smile on her lips, breaking through the confusion of the whole ordeal with a little bite of charm she's in dire need of. "Well if you find out, I hope you make them a better basket, they're losing it all." Maybe one shaped like a chicken, it's flap at the tail feathers, for fun. She could even enchant it to cluck whenever opened. Not something Colt would want, but seems fitting of the egg-painter who can't keep track of their eggs.
With the memory mud safely encased in ice, Colt takes it a step further and strikes it with the side of her boot, sending it clattering further down the path in a series of bounces and rolls. "Let's hope it doesn't thaw out any time soon." She glances back at their work on the road thus far, which seems to be holding, the memory mud they already froze and worked over withering in with the regular mud to create a sloppily reformed road. More of it wriggles ahead of them though, and with a sigh Colt heads back into position behind Peanut.
Conversationally, she calls out to the ice dancer, "So, how have you and your family been?" The sort of thing anyone familiar would ask, and broad enough to encompass all four of them.
With the memory mud safely encased in ice, Colt takes it a step further and strikes it with the side of her boot, sending it clattering further down the path in a series of bounces and rolls. "Let's hope it doesn't thaw out any time soon." She glances back at their work on the road thus far, which seems to be holding, the memory mud they already froze and worked over withering in with the regular mud to create a sloppily reformed road. More of it wriggles ahead of them though, and with a sigh Colt heads back into position behind Peanut.
Conversationally, she calls out to the ice dancer, "So, how have you and your family been?" The sort of thing anyone familiar would ask, and broad enough to encompass all four of them.
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.
