COLT
I used to shine bright like gold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
She finds herself back in the Grounds instead of headed home, because as poorly as her last visit here had gone, she'd come for a reason. Her respite in Stormbreak had been enough to curb the panic that resulted from that disastrous festival. Although it didn't provide her much in the way of answers, not the ones she'd been looking for anyway, it at least quieted the questions. That had been a sort of peace she hadn't known in some time, and from it she found enough breathing room to embrace the one, singular clarity that kept arising again and again. The one that first sent her here, and the one that remained stubbornly apparent even when she tried to sink into nothing.
Unfortunately, finding herself in dark and strange alleys with empty bottles for company and handwritten labels on 'medicine' isn't a cheap venture. Cost alone is all that kept her from tipping the last of the powder down the sink once she'd had her fill, and maybe if she'd more knack for it she could have resold it. As it is she's stashed it away in her small pack and cut out of the city once she got what she needed from it all.
That pack is currently braced between her and the trunk of a tree she's just climbed. She's aiming for the Inner Quarter again, figuring that's where she'd most likely find him, but just about now it's time for a rest from dodging mud and tree roots, sorely missing her horses. As she settles into place, she notices her belt buckle is catching the canopy light and throwing it down in a bright shape. For amusements sake she undoes the large, gleaming buckle and angles it just so to catch the rays again. She sends it across the ground in the distance, racing over rock and shrub like a miniature spotlight. Around, the grove is alive with the chatter of wildlife, and she's certain someone will give chase.
Unfortunately, finding herself in dark and strange alleys with empty bottles for company and handwritten labels on 'medicine' isn't a cheap venture. Cost alone is all that kept her from tipping the last of the powder down the sink once she'd had her fill, and maybe if she'd more knack for it she could have resold it. As it is she's stashed it away in her small pack and cut out of the city once she got what she needed from it all.
That pack is currently braced between her and the trunk of a tree she's just climbed. She's aiming for the Inner Quarter again, figuring that's where she'd most likely find him, but just about now it's time for a rest from dodging mud and tree roots, sorely missing her horses. As she settles into place, she notices her belt buckle is catching the canopy light and throwing it down in a bright shape. For amusements sake she undoes the large, gleaming buckle and angles it just so to catch the rays again. She sends it across the ground in the distance, racing over rock and shrub like a miniature spotlight. Around, the grove is alive with the chatter of wildlife, and she's certain someone will give chase.
I gave up a piece of my heart
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
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.
