If movin' on had a scoreboard, It'd say
Surprise races rampant across her features at the mention of shifting into a pegasus. For a brief, wild moment, she's certain that Flora means Sunjata, and that Flora's come here on his behalf to tell her what an ass she'd just been to him. Perhaps, even to say she could stay here in Torchline then, no longer welcome in King's End. Some odd mixture of yeah, I deserve that and fuck you rises up inside her in response, hot and bitter in all the worst ways.
Fortunately, the moment barely has enough time to spark, much less catch, Flora's voice supplying a horse of a different color before Colt's scenario can gallop away further into ire and regret. "Oh," she says with a short, brittle laugh. It works to fracture imagination back to reality, the exhaled word a relief. She props her open hand up on her knee and leans into it, clearly needing something more steadying if the thought...
"I didn't know she could turn into a pegasus," she muses of Soh's new shift, a dreamy effect to her words. "Lucky," Her tongue clucks out the 'L' as she says it, and though it's not clear if she means the luck belongs to Soh or Flora, it doesn't matter much because it isn't hers either way. She's about to verify Soh's name when Flora gives it, not that Colt has a wide array of strip poker experiences with Floras besties, but there's more than one and she can't speak to all who are in the queen's inner circle.
Not terribly concerned with the fact Soh has gone and shared the event with others, a bit of a smirk replaces all the quiet wonder, some of her usual edge breaking in past the mire she's worked herself into. "That was a fun night, in the end. She won for us, actually." A rather fond memory of this past Longnight now, admittedly. Though she does her best not to let her mind wander from that evening, not right now at least.
The rest of the party planning Flora lays out sounds like the usual chance for trouble that she doesn't mind jotting her name beside. It's certainly more appealing than this, so without hesitation she nods to the invitation with a gleam in her gaze and a crooked tug on her face. "Fuck yeah, I'm always down for raisin' hell." Maybe she'd even get to ride another pegasus, if she played her cards right. "That sounds perfect just about now, actually. Just say when and I'm there. I can even bring cookies."
Fortunately, the moment barely has enough time to spark, much less catch, Flora's voice supplying a horse of a different color before Colt's scenario can gallop away further into ire and regret. "Oh," she says with a short, brittle laugh. It works to fracture imagination back to reality, the exhaled word a relief. She props her open hand up on her knee and leans into it, clearly needing something more steadying if the thought...
"I didn't know she could turn into a pegasus," she muses of Soh's new shift, a dreamy effect to her words. "Lucky," Her tongue clucks out the 'L' as she says it, and though it's not clear if she means the luck belongs to Soh or Flora, it doesn't matter much because it isn't hers either way. She's about to verify Soh's name when Flora gives it, not that Colt has a wide array of strip poker experiences with Floras besties, but there's more than one and she can't speak to all who are in the queen's inner circle.
Not terribly concerned with the fact Soh has gone and shared the event with others, a bit of a smirk replaces all the quiet wonder, some of her usual edge breaking in past the mire she's worked herself into. "That was a fun night, in the end. She won for us, actually." A rather fond memory of this past Longnight now, admittedly. Though she does her best not to let her mind wander from that evening, not right now at least.
The rest of the party planning Flora lays out sounds like the usual chance for trouble that she doesn't mind jotting her name beside. It's certainly more appealing than this, so without hesitation she nods to the invitation with a gleam in her gaze and a crooked tug on her face. "Fuck yeah, I'm always down for raisin' hell." Maybe she'd even get to ride another pegasus, if she played her cards right. "That sounds perfect just about now, actually. Just say when and I'm there. I can even bring cookies."
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.
