It takes everything in Colt to bite back the retort that rises like bile, not a fan of smart questions, then? Instead, she presses her teeth together and turns her lips up into something that could be called a smile, if it weren't so undone by the rest of the look she slides towards Alys in response. Just a flash, a glint of steel in sun, before it falls and she flicks her attention away before the next question is one she can't help answering aloud.
Jack's voice is a sudden jolt that tugs her focus back, the sight of him, with news of the Grounds, like snap of cold breath. The stare she keeps on him borders on impolite, as if she could yank answers from him with look alone. One of the reasons she takes the flask he offers without question, rather thinking some liquor in her is to the best of everyone's interests right now. The swig she takes is too quick to catch the smell of it until it's already hitting the back of her throat, an immediate and spiced burn. She tilts over suddenly, choking out "rum??" like it's betrayal. Hastily she hands it back, like it might bite her if she keeps hold of it. All things considered, better than tea and cocoa, but fuck's sake not what she wanted.
Still clearing her throat over the lingering burn, she trudges off to the courtyard, working up how she might slip in an ask about what else he knows about the Grounds other than mud. Too in her head about it all she doesn't say anything, just turns and grabs a shovel, setting into the work like it could be some form of freedom. Each scoop of mud she slings into the bucket could be something that clears the walkways and her.
Colt gags on rum and takes the courtyard
Jack's voice is a sudden jolt that tugs her focus back, the sight of him, with news of the Grounds, like snap of cold breath. The stare she keeps on him borders on impolite, as if she could yank answers from him with look alone. One of the reasons she takes the flask he offers without question, rather thinking some liquor in her is to the best of everyone's interests right now. The swig she takes is too quick to catch the smell of it until it's already hitting the back of her throat, an immediate and spiced burn. She tilts over suddenly, choking out "rum??" like it's betrayal. Hastily she hands it back, like it might bite her if she keeps hold of it. All things considered, better than tea and cocoa, but fuck's sake not what she wanted.
Still clearing her throat over the lingering burn, she trudges off to the courtyard, working up how she might slip in an ask about what else he knows about the Grounds other than mud. Too in her head about it all she doesn't say anything, just turns and grabs a shovel, setting into the work like it could be some form of freedom. Each scoop of mud she slings into the bucket could be something that clears the walkways and her.
Colt gags on rum and takes the courtyard
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.
