COLT
I used to shine bright like gold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
One might say firing arrows at your friend (?) isn't the warmest welcome. One might even say it's a grumpy holdover from that same person shaving you bald (source of the idea aside). Colt would not say either of these things. She's nearly certain Thalassa wouldn't either, because if there's one thing she's certain she's got pinned down about this ancient, it's that Thal can appreciate a bit of sharpness, especially when it's got good aim.
As Thal darts away, Colt's gaze steadily scans the meadow below, trying to refocus on the reappearing ancient. At the suggestion of music and the sound of Thal's good-natured laugh, a grin stretches higher into one side of Colt's cheeks, her own light chuckle tossed out onto the breeze. She's already reaching back into the quiver for another sharpened arrow, drawn into this game now. "I'm making my own music!" The subtle sigh of an arrow splitting the wind is the rhythm to which she intends Thal to dance.
Pulling back on the bowstring, she exhales into her shot again, once more targeting Thal's left foot. Though she waits, a touch, to see if the crouched woman might stretch out a touch before unfurling her shot, not keen on accidentally embedding one in Thal's ribs by mistake. Proof, perhaps, she ought not to be fucking about like she is, but she's got full confidence Thal can at least dart to safety if nothing else. "Think mine turned out better than your dye job! I originally mistook you for more of the dried meadow with that color!" Colt fires back. When she does, literally, she drops back bahind the meadow, keeping out of view for a moment and listening.
2/4 fires a quiver-sharpened arrow at Thal's left foot
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
As Thal darts away, Colt's gaze steadily scans the meadow below, trying to refocus on the reappearing ancient. At the suggestion of music and the sound of Thal's good-natured laugh, a grin stretches higher into one side of Colt's cheeks, her own light chuckle tossed out onto the breeze. She's already reaching back into the quiver for another sharpened arrow, drawn into this game now. "I'm making my own music!" The subtle sigh of an arrow splitting the wind is the rhythm to which she intends Thal to dance.
Pulling back on the bowstring, she exhales into her shot again, once more targeting Thal's left foot. Though she waits, a touch, to see if the crouched woman might stretch out a touch before unfurling her shot, not keen on accidentally embedding one in Thal's ribs by mistake. Proof, perhaps, she ought not to be fucking about like she is, but she's got full confidence Thal can at least dart to safety if nothing else. "Think mine turned out better than your dye job! I originally mistook you for more of the dried meadow with that color!" Colt fires back. When she does, literally, she drops back bahind the meadow, keeping out of view for a moment and listening.
2/4 fires a quiver-sharpened arrow at Thal's left foot
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
I gave up a piece of my heart
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
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.
