Tryin' to stay between the lines of who I am and who I used to be
"Zaaaavien." The full weight of the recognition sinks in with a soft smile, wide and dreamy on her face, as most things are currently for her. "You fell off a dragon!" she announces proudly, in part because she wrangled up the proper memory, and in part because getting on top of a dragon, for however many seconds, is a feat to be proud of. She reaches out suddenly for his shoulders, grabbing hold like its urgent, grip far tighter than it needs to be, although he is soon supporting more of her weight than she meant. The mud tangling up at her feet is no help in that regard, her squishing of it forgotten around the struggle of his name, so it took hold of her toe entirely and tries to keep that one boot planted firm.
"You gotta get back on again," she insists, features dipping into something gravely serious now even as one hand works to smooth out the clothing she wrinkled by his shoulder, seemingly unfond of the feeling of it bunching around her fingers. "We all fall off," she shrugs. "Happens. But, gotta get back on, cowboy up, otherwise _____?" Her invitation to the rodeo happening again gets a little lost in the messaging of not letting life keep you down, and she'll leave him to fill in the blank as to the terrible outcome of not getting back in the saddle. A though which seems to sober her for a moment as she quiets and stills.
The moment doesn't last long, and instead new concentration wrinkles the corners of her eyes as she considers. "Who's hungry? I'm Colt."
"You gotta get back on again," she insists, features dipping into something gravely serious now even as one hand works to smooth out the clothing she wrinkled by his shoulder, seemingly unfond of the feeling of it bunching around her fingers. "We all fall off," she shrugs. "Happens. But, gotta get back on, cowboy up, otherwise _____?" Her invitation to the rodeo happening again gets a little lost in the messaging of not letting life keep you down, and she'll leave him to fill in the blank as to the terrible outcome of not getting back in the saddle. A though which seems to sober her for a moment as she quiets and stills.
The moment doesn't last long, and instead new concentration wrinkles the corners of her eyes as she considers. "Who's hungry? I'm Colt."
Colt
I been livin', I been losin', findin' out that I can't run from me
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.
