COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
Something good is a very appealing idea right about now, but she highly doubts eggs will earn her anything worthwhile enough to count for that. Instead she shrugs, aware Sunjata ’s only trying to be kind. She’s working hard not to drag him or anyone else underwater with her if she can help it. Part of why she’d rather be at home, where she could drown in peace, but a bit too late for that now. ”In that case, hopefully I can split it with you, since half of one of these eggs belongs to you.” She’s certain the vendor wouldn’t approve of them each claiming one and half eggs, or turning in a divided one, but maybe one and a half prizes would work.
Pointedly avoiding any drinks at this event, and trying not to look around too much at the festival and its people or events, Nova ’s brightly trilling voice packs quite the punch for her again. Same as before, when she’d run into Nova earlier this season and images of Vesper flared up, so it does again. He’s woven too deeply into places and things, but people are generally safe, except of course the family he holds so dear. The only ones he does, as it turns out. Much as Nova is her own person, he’s firmly in her shadow, making her presence enough to reach and firmly squeeze Colt’s lungs in what feels like a pair of frozen hands. She gropes for Sunjata’s arm instinctively, needing a brace when it feels like internally she’s staggering and isn’t sure when that might work its way outside too.
It keeps her from seeing Hawthorn, who deserves a hell of an apology about now, and she means to as soon as she can breathe again. ”Let’s get in a balloon!” she blurts out suddenly to Sunjata, attention flicking over to the main attraction like the small basket and the wide sky could be the only rescue option now, short from fleeing another festival on foot.
Pointedly avoiding any drinks at this event, and trying not to look around too much at the festival and its people or events, Nova ’s brightly trilling voice packs quite the punch for her again. Same as before, when she’d run into Nova earlier this season and images of Vesper flared up, so it does again. He’s woven too deeply into places and things, but people are generally safe, except of course the family he holds so dear. The only ones he does, as it turns out. Much as Nova is her own person, he’s firmly in her shadow, making her presence enough to reach and firmly squeeze Colt’s lungs in what feels like a pair of frozen hands. She gropes for Sunjata’s arm instinctively, needing a brace when it feels like internally she’s staggering and isn’t sure when that might work its way outside too.
It keeps her from seeing Hawthorn, who deserves a hell of an apology about now, and she means to as soon as she can breathe again. ”Let’s get in a balloon!” she blurts out suddenly to Sunjata, attention flicking over to the main attraction like the small basket and the wide sky could be the only rescue option now, short from fleeing another festival on foot.
She's a neon nightmare
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
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.
