COLT
If it rains it pours so go pour one strong
When it comes to this life, we only get one
When it comes to this life, we only get one
All the places that have cracked apart and ache, she shoves work into them until they're full enough to pretend they're still whole. Today's a great day for that, and she intends not to worry about fault lines one bit today. Though her smiles don't come as quick or as full as before, the effort to prop them up over the hurt has come easier, allowing her to pass them out in greeting as everyone arrives.
"Hey, Flora!" She waves, though the enthusiasm falters just a touch as she gives the queen's outfit a dubious look. "Nice boots," she chooses to focus on with a pulse of that smile. "Deifnitely gonna need help from Spice making sure we don't pass out. King's End been feeling more like Torchline these days, but without the same ocean breeze." Maybe one in the Boondocks, but not here.
Hawthorn's approach earns a wider beam of a smile, expression lifting with surprise. "Thorn! I didn't know you were back in town!" She'd gone by to see him a few times, but he'd always been out, which fortunately left her more time to improve and curate his apology gift. Something she'd worry about after this. "Thanks for coming," she says quieter, nodding at his offer of healing.
"To start, you might wanna use your telekenesis," she advises him. "We gotta haul all these fence panels from storage to here. We're gonna need 'em to make the chutes for running the broncs and the bulls down to the chutes," she tells the rest, glancing from Flora to the other help that's arrived, some of her hands, some from the town. She leads the way across the property to the less glamorous section behind the bunkhouse where broken panels have come to rest and temporary ones await use, among other odds and ends of supplies that don't mind the weather. "Grab what you can and walk it back!" she instructs, her own hands settling in to grab up some mental fencing and begin the effort.
Help move fence panels from storage to the arena!
"Hey, Flora!" She waves, though the enthusiasm falters just a touch as she gives the queen's outfit a dubious look. "Nice boots," she chooses to focus on with a pulse of that smile. "Deifnitely gonna need help from Spice making sure we don't pass out. King's End been feeling more like Torchline these days, but without the same ocean breeze." Maybe one in the Boondocks, but not here.
Hawthorn's approach earns a wider beam of a smile, expression lifting with surprise. "Thorn! I didn't know you were back in town!" She'd gone by to see him a few times, but he'd always been out, which fortunately left her more time to improve and curate his apology gift. Something she'd worry about after this. "Thanks for coming," she says quieter, nodding at his offer of healing.
"To start, you might wanna use your telekenesis," she advises him. "We gotta haul all these fence panels from storage to here. We're gonna need 'em to make the chutes for running the broncs and the bulls down to the chutes," she tells the rest, glancing from Flora to the other help that's arrived, some of her hands, some from the town. She leads the way across the property to the less glamorous section behind the bunkhouse where broken panels have come to rest and temporary ones await use, among other odds and ends of supplies that don't mind the weather. "Grab what you can and walk it back!" she instructs, her own hands settling in to grab up some mental fencing and begin the effort.
Help move fence panels from storage to the arena!
So I'm dead set on living while I'm still alive
Dead set on living til the day I die
Dead set on living til the day I die
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.
