On an all night high off a midnight kiss
"We're going." That had been her greeting to Hawthorn when he opened his door for her. What she had not known then, is how her decision to finally answer the question she posed to him at the start of the season, coincided with a grand festival. The event became abundantly clear once they got into town. After securing some rooms, they naturally needed to take a peek.
Her eye is drawn skyward as another errant firework streaks overhead in a burst of color and noise. It lights the pair of them up in a brilliance of blue for a moment, steadily scattering out and fading back into the night. "This is quite the get together," she leans in to whisper to him as if this is unknown gossip. She feels rather underdressed, although, she's seen such varying states of dress tonight that admittedly it seems the least of her worries.
Not planning to party, she's got on her usual style of boots, jeans, a cotton shirt, and a jacket to ward off any stray drops. Not planning to work either, these are at lease clothes that haven't seen cowshit before and have a rhinestone or floral pattern stitched in here and there, but not what she might have selected if given the choice in the matter for this.
She turns from the stall to deliver Thorn his drink, her own bumping his in a quick and silent cheers before she takes a sip of the margarita. Her gaze roams over the rim, quietly searching for one familiar face amid the crowd. Not the setting she expected to hunt for him in, but stands to reason he could still be here.
Her eye is drawn skyward as another errant firework streaks overhead in a burst of color and noise. It lights the pair of them up in a brilliance of blue for a moment, steadily scattering out and fading back into the night. "This is quite the get together," she leans in to whisper to him as if this is unknown gossip. She feels rather underdressed, although, she's seen such varying states of dress tonight that admittedly it seems the least of her worries.
Not planning to party, she's got on her usual style of boots, jeans, a cotton shirt, and a jacket to ward off any stray drops. Not planning to work either, these are at lease clothes that haven't seen cowshit before and have a rhinestone or floral pattern stitched in here and there, but not what she might have selected if given the choice in the matter for this.
She turns from the stall to deliver Thorn his drink, her own bumping his in a quick and silent cheers before she takes a sip of the margarita. Her gaze roams over the rim, quietly searching for one familiar face amid the crowd. Not the setting she expected to hunt for him in, but stands to reason he could still be here.
Colt
Got turned around in that setting sun and it turned into missing you
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.
