COLT
You put my fire out each time I lit it
See your demons in the mirror and they keep grinning
Got my backbone back, four years you kept it hidden
See your demons in the mirror and they keep grinning
Got my backbone back, four years you kept it hidden
This place has been getting on her nerves as of late. Likely better said, her nerves have been frayed and shortened. Yet, from an impossible bog of mud to the near constant blazes roaring through the rain-fed growths, in the time when it wasn't even fire season, and she's near about at wit's end lately. The storm clouds overhead are a peculiar sort for this time of year, and she doesn't trust them one bit.
Riding down the lane of the little town on a younger horse, grullo and stubborn as they come, as if the filly thought herself a donkey and not a horse, Colt can only spare passing glances at the state of the sky. The static that fills the air, dry and crackling, fills her with an immediate and familiar dread. Whatever rain comes is more like heaven spitting down on them than any possible relief. Energy cleaves the sky and scores the ground like lightning is nothing more than a match strike.
"FUCK!" she bellows out, frustration already mounted on the back of her throat. The horse beneath her skitters and shies, and no mind on her training now, Colt snaps the leather along its neck and wrenches it's head to her knee, spur jingling along the same side to force a bend. Her gaze skips over Liam then, and she gasps, nudging her horse towards him with some slack offered back to the reins. "Hey, you!" she calls, jerking her head towards the smoke already rising in the distance. "You got water magic?"
Riding down the lane of the little town on a younger horse, grullo and stubborn as they come, as if the filly thought herself a donkey and not a horse, Colt can only spare passing glances at the state of the sky. The static that fills the air, dry and crackling, fills her with an immediate and familiar dread. Whatever rain comes is more like heaven spitting down on them than any possible relief. Energy cleaves the sky and scores the ground like lightning is nothing more than a match strike.
"FUCK!" she bellows out, frustration already mounted on the back of her throat. The horse beneath her skitters and shies, and no mind on her training now, Colt snaps the leather along its neck and wrenches it's head to her knee, spur jingling along the same side to force a bend. Her gaze skips over Liam then, and she gasps, nudging her horse towards him with some slack offered back to the reins. "Hey, you!" she calls, jerking her head towards the smoke already rising in the distance. "You got water magic?"
Some things are meant to be, looks like we weren't
When I ran away from you my flame returned
Guess it's safe to say that now the bridge is burned
When I ran away from you my flame returned
Guess it's safe to say that now the bridge is burned
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.
