Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
Grateful for the image of summer days and flourishing foliage that arrives as this Frey, Colt's lips tip back with guarded amusement as the cool voice threads through. Plenty sharp, she'd like to argue, depends upon what you're cutting. Doesn't feel like she's left nearly enough of a mark if she's the one still left bleeding in the end.
She isn't here for the poetics of point though. She's interested in an outcome, in something actionable and attainable. With so many things beyond her control, it's nice to think just one thing could be bent to her will and depended upon. Something honed and perfected until she feels safe enough again, that's what she wants.
"Perfect," she beams back, cataloguing each task into the files of her mind where other duties and needs sort themselves out with a mental to do list. "You never disappoint, Frey. I don't mean to either." She dips her head in farewell and gathers up Chocolate and Smooches back to her side, riding off into the coming heat of the day with newfound purpose.
[FIN]
She isn't here for the poetics of point though. She's interested in an outcome, in something actionable and attainable. With so many things beyond her control, it's nice to think just one thing could be bent to her will and depended upon. Something honed and perfected until she feels safe enough again, that's what she wants.
"Perfect," she beams back, cataloguing each task into the files of her mind where other duties and needs sort themselves out with a mental to do list. "You never disappoint, Frey. I don't mean to either." She dips her head in farewell and gathers up Chocolate and Smooches back to her side, riding off into the coming heat of the day with newfound purpose.
[FIN]
Colt
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.
