Wrapping my ribs in the clothes that you left, call that hanging on by a thread
The meager sound of amusement he lifts up in response drags her gaze back to him across the work, her own features puckering in response, as if they've just shared a little joke and not a small confession about shutting the world away. She's grateful for the ease of it, even if they don't know each other well and their words are dancing around anything actually real, she just needs it simple right now. Even if it's fake, pretending still feels nice. "Exactly," she beams, and there's an honesty to that acceptance, because she does love this region. She doesn't need more than this, really. No one told her she should be happy, it just seemed maybe it could be possible. She understands now though, she gets to be alive, and they're not the same, but that's enough. It has to be.
The sound of their tools becomes less of a squelch and more of a grind as metal glides over gravel and dirt that's begun to harden from their efforts. Mud gradually drains to the absorption of wood and withers beneath the heat of the dragonflame. Her testing taps lead her in various stances now as she works to fix the areas that still have too much give, almost more deadly now than before if they're just small pockets instead of an obvious sea of slippery muck. She sprinkled more woodchips in, mixing them with her rake.
Biting back the smile that could give her away completely, she dips her head lower, feigning severe interest in the ground and she nods and hums in response. "Tell ya what sugar, I'll hand deliver you some if you come to the rodeo. They can travel well, but I can keep them on ice at home, and I'd love to see you try one." By the time she wrangles her words into just a pleasant hum, her expression is equally reined back into a hospitable kindness instead of rampant mischief. "Now you'll have even more incentive to come have some fun. Gotta have some fun now and again honey, otherwise what's all the work for?" Happiness may not be something that can be had, but it can be grabbed, like wind in passing, and for that moment you get to feel it. She knew that, once, and then the wind got to blowing so often she figured she could keep it. How wrong she'd been.
Ass mud is beat and worked into submission the same way she would a dough ball, the road continues to improve. Leaning back with a sigh for the effort, she swipes the back of her hand over the sweat that's started to collect at her hairline. "I'm so glad to hear it," she murmurs with genuine sincerity for their home finally starting to feel that way again. She can't even imagine what it'd be like if she had to just up and move from here, much less piece it all back together. "Oh no," she warns with a firm wag of her finger at him. "You say that, but you ain't never wanna skip nothin' Zavien. It's not the other side that matters as much as the gettin' there." Which is what she keeps telling herself whenever the urge to beg the gods to take these memories away strikes her. It's the suffering that she needs; pain is just a teacher, after all.
"I'd say Edith's got little to worry about now," Colt says with a nod of approval as her toe glides over fairly firm road. The clouds above might undo some of their efforts, but at least they've smoothed out the pockets where the water could collect and sit.
The sound of their tools becomes less of a squelch and more of a grind as metal glides over gravel and dirt that's begun to harden from their efforts. Mud gradually drains to the absorption of wood and withers beneath the heat of the dragonflame. Her testing taps lead her in various stances now as she works to fix the areas that still have too much give, almost more deadly now than before if they're just small pockets instead of an obvious sea of slippery muck. She sprinkled more woodchips in, mixing them with her rake.
Biting back the smile that could give her away completely, she dips her head lower, feigning severe interest in the ground and she nods and hums in response. "Tell ya what sugar, I'll hand deliver you some if you come to the rodeo. They can travel well, but I can keep them on ice at home, and I'd love to see you try one." By the time she wrangles her words into just a pleasant hum, her expression is equally reined back into a hospitable kindness instead of rampant mischief. "Now you'll have even more incentive to come have some fun. Gotta have some fun now and again honey, otherwise what's all the work for?" Happiness may not be something that can be had, but it can be grabbed, like wind in passing, and for that moment you get to feel it. She knew that, once, and then the wind got to blowing so often she figured she could keep it. How wrong she'd been.
Ass mud is beat and worked into submission the same way she would a dough ball, the road continues to improve. Leaning back with a sigh for the effort, she swipes the back of her hand over the sweat that's started to collect at her hairline. "I'm so glad to hear it," she murmurs with genuine sincerity for their home finally starting to feel that way again. She can't even imagine what it'd be like if she had to just up and move from here, much less piece it all back together. "Oh no," she warns with a firm wag of her finger at him. "You say that, but you ain't never wanna skip nothin' Zavien. It's not the other side that matters as much as the gettin' there." Which is what she keeps telling herself whenever the urge to beg the gods to take these memories away strikes her. It's the suffering that she needs; pain is just a teacher, after all.
"I'd say Edith's got little to worry about now," Colt says with a nod of approval as her toe glides over fairly firm road. The clouds above might undo some of their efforts, but at least they've smoothed out the pockets where the water could collect and sit.
Colt
My heart is a hoarder, collecting things she shouldn't keep
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.
