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
”Can’t a girl dream for one minute?” she scoffs at the pair of them, not needing any rude reminders about memory mud or shoveling wet and heavy dirt everywhere. ”Just a light rain, nothing else,” she insists, knowing there’s no world where the weather obeys or is inclined to kindness. ”Or maybe you just need to be working on water abilities,” she suggests to Hawthorn, shooting him a teasingly unimpressed look for a moment as they all continue to rake and level the uneven dirt. She does purposefully edge in closer to Flora as they work, definitely because that’s where the ground needs attention and not to capitalize on any residual temperature control from Spice. Despite this, she misses the duck remark, too focused on leaning into the work to be done with it to heed barely spoken words.
The lunch arrives not long after, a blessing by all rights as it signifies everyone can stop. Which is for the best, given the heat blazes on with its greatest intensity now, and some in the crowd are looking a bit beat, and equally beet-colored in the face. Everyone has managed to smooth out the major slopes, and the horse and drag team later will get the rest in full.
The delivery driver, named Dash, calls out with a wave as he stops his donkey and hops down to unload their spoils from the back of the wagon. Fresh from the barbecue pit on the outskirts of town, they have an assortment of pulled pork sandwiches, sliders, and chicken wings. Various sides of coleslaw, potato salad, and mac and cheese await in large bowls with serving spoons. Some pitchers of lemonade and beer join the water barrel, all of it laid out one of the several picnic tables clustered nearby, sheltering under a tall tree’s shade. ”Thank the gods,” Colt sighs, leaning up into a stretch and another swipe of sweat against her sleeve, which has now become damp too. ”Bring it in everyone, let’s eat and kick back for a second, arena looks good as is!”
Arena is duck approved, lunch time now!
The lunch arrives not long after, a blessing by all rights as it signifies everyone can stop. Which is for the best, given the heat blazes on with its greatest intensity now, and some in the crowd are looking a bit beat, and equally beet-colored in the face. Everyone has managed to smooth out the major slopes, and the horse and drag team later will get the rest in full.
The delivery driver, named Dash, calls out with a wave as he stops his donkey and hops down to unload their spoils from the back of the wagon. Fresh from the barbecue pit on the outskirts of town, they have an assortment of pulled pork sandwiches, sliders, and chicken wings. Various sides of coleslaw, potato salad, and mac and cheese await in large bowls with serving spoons. Some pitchers of lemonade and beer join the water barrel, all of it laid out one of the several picnic tables clustered nearby, sheltering under a tall tree’s shade. ”Thank the gods,” Colt sighs, leaning up into a stretch and another swipe of sweat against her sleeve, which has now become damp too. ”Bring it in everyone, let’s eat and kick back for a second, arena looks good as is!”
Arena is duck approved, lunch time now!
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.
