If movin' on had a scoreboard, It'd say
The yelled greeting makes her head turn, sand carelessly forgotten as her hand tilts too far with the motion and dumps it all in one go. She squints under the brim of her hat, though there's no light to try and ward off, just habit in an attempt to focus in on the figure coming towards her. The familiarity lands once Flora gets closer, Colt's chin tipping up with effort to see the queen's face. "Hey," she greets in easy return, though it's subdued by thoughts reluctant to scatter at Flora's intrusion.
An eyebrow sketches up in quiet wonder of what could be convenient about trying to get drunk on a beach. Had to get the bottle ahead of time and carry it with her, not nearly as simple as lounging on a bar, which is where she had started when coming to get the broken-now-fixed horse she left here. That's when she'd heard talk of this place, starlight being the key word for her. She could have purchased something smaller, but she needs to get through this bottle to have something to carry the sand home with. Although her boot might have to do depending on when she passes out.
"A letter?" she parrots, like the idea is novel. "What for?" Tiring of craning her neck her attention drifts back out to look over the sea, surveying the surf. "Need a horse?" she reasons, figuring there's business to be had.
An eyebrow sketches up in quiet wonder of what could be convenient about trying to get drunk on a beach. Had to get the bottle ahead of time and carry it with her, not nearly as simple as lounging on a bar, which is where she had started when coming to get the broken-now-fixed horse she left here. That's when she'd heard talk of this place, starlight being the key word for her. She could have purchased something smaller, but she needs to get through this bottle to have something to carry the sand home with. Although her boot might have to do depending on when she passes out.
"A letter?" she parrots, like the idea is novel. "What for?" Tiring of craning her neck her attention drifts back out to look over the sea, surveying the surf. "Need a horse?" she reasons, figuring there's business to be had.
Colt
You and your memory, one, me and this bar, none
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.
