COLT
Safrin is more merciful than she'd have given her credit for. It's the third time now she's met the goddess and found all that she's braced herself for had been unnecessary, and though she doesn't mean to lose her edge, it eases the rigidity in her spine enough to make breathing come smoother again. Her gaze lifts by degrees, rising from the safe spot she'd trained it to on the ground. Safrin's presence fills the space with unexpected patience and calm, and to that, Colt responds as if it's the greatest blessing she could receive today.
The smile the goddess wears, and the wink that follows with all the speed of a shooting star, leave Colt sucking in a deep breath. She holds it, ribs tightening around the containment, and then looses it slow and silent. Worry goes with it, and while it won't last, it simplifies this.
Safrin's praise lands as awkwardly as any tends to for Colt, but her lips twitch into a mild smile, appreciative of the compliment even if it feels like a light she'd rather not be under. Much more content to follow the rise of the finger and watch the formation of her prize, a truer gratitude slips into place. It gleams with a breathtaking quality, dazzlingly beautiful and glinting with a quality that aches inside her. She misses them, the stars that Safrin has done her best to capture inside here, but like fireflies in a bottle, the true magic of them isn't fully present.
It's all that lets her gaze skim over the metal as she steps in to claim it. It's cool and smooth in her hands, and her thumb traces the border with a certain fondness she tucks away, same as the item into her pocket. "Thank you. I'll ensure someone worthy earns this," she murmurs, nodding towards the goddess before bidding her farewell and moving back towards Beans. She might have the prize, but there's more work yet to be done for this year's rodeo.
[FIN]
The smile the goddess wears, and the wink that follows with all the speed of a shooting star, leave Colt sucking in a deep breath. She holds it, ribs tightening around the containment, and then looses it slow and silent. Worry goes with it, and while it won't last, it simplifies this.
Safrin's praise lands as awkwardly as any tends to for Colt, but her lips twitch into a mild smile, appreciative of the compliment even if it feels like a light she'd rather not be under. Much more content to follow the rise of the finger and watch the formation of her prize, a truer gratitude slips into place. It gleams with a breathtaking quality, dazzlingly beautiful and glinting with a quality that aches inside her. She misses them, the stars that Safrin has done her best to capture inside here, but like fireflies in a bottle, the true magic of them isn't fully present.
It's all that lets her gaze skim over the metal as she steps in to claim it. It's cool and smooth in her hands, and her thumb traces the border with a certain fondness she tucks away, same as the item into her pocket. "Thank you. I'll ensure someone worthy earns this," she murmurs, nodding towards the goddess before bidding her farewell and moving back towards Beans. She might have the prize, but there's more work yet to be done for this year's rodeo.
[FIN]
Go and fix your makeup girl, it's just a breakup
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
Gotta keep it together, even when you fall apart
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
Gotta keep it together, even when you fall apart
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.
