Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson
The worst part about the mud? Sometimes she doesn't want to fight it. Sometimes, it brings its own sort of comfort; a familiar devil, and certainly not the worst of them out there. She considers in those moments just giving in and letting the mud engulf her, just to see what shape she takes on the other side of drowning instead of treading water. It's when she thinks like that, she knows she needs to shower.
Clearly not unbothered by mud, Colt's attire is not so grimy as Noah might think on closer inspection. Old stains, perhaps, and some dappling on the lower parts of her. "Welcome," she greets, but it lacks any real warmth despite the practiced smile that follows on the heels of it. Though, a touch of something real flickers to life on the edges at the compliment he delivers. It's said smooth and simple enough that it doesn't strike her like he's burying something else inside it, the way praise has always appeared like a distraction for teeth to her.
She doesn't respond to it, not directly, just tilts her head and gives the bow a little twist in her grip. "Drinking only works sometimes. The others...need a little bit more fire power I find," she doesn't elaborate on what times she means, but she does shift towards him a touch more. "You shoot?" Her bow might not be gilded by Frey like her arrows are, but that he could see the craftsmanship just the same suggests he knows his way around a trigger bowstring.
Clearly not unbothered by mud, Colt's attire is not so grimy as Noah might think on closer inspection. Old stains, perhaps, and some dappling on the lower parts of her. "Welcome," she greets, but it lacks any real warmth despite the practiced smile that follows on the heels of it. Though, a touch of something real flickers to life on the edges at the compliment he delivers. It's said smooth and simple enough that it doesn't strike her like he's burying something else inside it, the way praise has always appeared like a distraction for teeth to her.
She doesn't respond to it, not directly, just tilts her head and gives the bow a little twist in her grip. "Drinking only works sometimes. The others...need a little bit more fire power I find," she doesn't elaborate on what times she means, but she does shift towards him a touch more. "You shoot?" Her bow might not be gilded by Frey like her arrows are, but that he could see the craftsmanship just the same suggests he knows his way around a trigger bowstring.
Colt
The grip you got on me is really quite impressive
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.
