COLT
Not sure where to go from here
I'm stuck in the middle of freedom and fear
Driving fast with no headlights
Praying everything's gonna be alright
I'm stuck in the middle of freedom and fear
Driving fast with no headlights
Praying everything's gonna be alright
She's chosen this specific exhibit in an attempt to find some modicum of joy, the winged horses a reward not just for the journey here, but for every sour moment of late. They do enthrall her once she shakes off the rest of the world, and gradually the hum of her hands over metal quiets, and a delicate smile written with wonder finds its place on her face. They boast power and grace in one, perfectly refined streak of movement, epitomizing the sense of freedom born of hooves and wing alike in the most spectacular way. Her eyes brighten considerably as she beholds them, breath slowing and deepening as if conscious not to disturb the impossibility of these creatures existing.
Her name lands like a slap across a tranquil pond and she jolts on the spot, head snapping towards the sound. It'd been nice, while it lasted, dreaming and forgetting. "Howdy," she returns, head inclining faintly with the greeting, her cowboy hat nodding to him. The wig Remi made her shifts golden hair over her shoulder with the movement, its craftsmanship proving to hold up to the task of daily wear.
He's not what she expected, is the immediate thought she has. Quite at odds with the quiet beauty of Lena and the softness to all of her in movement and look, this new caretaker looks half wild and cut rough on every edge possible. Even his face is buried behind hair, his expression bordering a feralness that might make her wonder if he should be behind the bars themselves if she didn't know any better. "Grimm, is it?" she asks once she's completed her unabashed survey, gaze rising from bottom to top and securing on those flint-cut eyes. She holds out a hand in official greeting, a faint smile tipping in with a press of country charm. "Glad to meet the new caretaker. Even more glad this place was spared."
Stormbreak's destruction is known, a few having come to King's End just as many others slit and trickled into all the other regions. She'd not been very fond of the city though, so aside from lifting her head to acknowledge it, the loss is not one she carries. Gods know she has plenty of others already in her arms. "Appreciate you taking the time to meet me and get that medication for the unicorn horn infection," she drawls, turning a bit to better face him.
Her name lands like a slap across a tranquil pond and she jolts on the spot, head snapping towards the sound. It'd been nice, while it lasted, dreaming and forgetting. "Howdy," she returns, head inclining faintly with the greeting, her cowboy hat nodding to him. The wig Remi made her shifts golden hair over her shoulder with the movement, its craftsmanship proving to hold up to the task of daily wear.
He's not what she expected, is the immediate thought she has. Quite at odds with the quiet beauty of Lena and the softness to all of her in movement and look, this new caretaker looks half wild and cut rough on every edge possible. Even his face is buried behind hair, his expression bordering a feralness that might make her wonder if he should be behind the bars themselves if she didn't know any better. "Grimm, is it?" she asks once she's completed her unabashed survey, gaze rising from bottom to top and securing on those flint-cut eyes. She holds out a hand in official greeting, a faint smile tipping in with a press of country charm. "Glad to meet the new caretaker. Even more glad this place was spared."
Stormbreak's destruction is known, a few having come to King's End just as many others slit and trickled into all the other regions. She'd not been very fond of the city though, so aside from lifting her head to acknowledge it, the loss is not one she carries. Gods know she has plenty of others already in her arms. "Appreciate you taking the time to meet me and get that medication for the unicorn horn infection," she drawls, turning a bit to better face him.
These conversations with my head and my heart
Never really ever get me too far
Never really ever get me too far
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.
