I don't wanna romanticize it, but every night it's the place that I go
Her attention lifts towards the peryton and its calls, tension causing her to take a half step back. Soon enough though, magic parts mist, and a familiar face clarifies into view. ”Deimos!” Relief seizes her with a sigh and looser shoulders. ”Thought you might be some swamp monster.” A giant toad perhaps, with a cruel tongue and an explosive breeding cycle.
Before she can even ask what the hell he’s doing out her, a grand question for herself as well, he offers it up. Despite the dour situation she’s in, her lips twitch, amusement pulling on familiar muscles and their habits. ”Might be me, I felt like a blind swamp rat until now.” Her tease peters out quickly, brows scrunching in a distasteful glance to the side as she continues to pick her way around. ”Looking for a few horses that ran off this way. You haven’t seen any, have you?”
Her teeth pull in her lower lip, and her fingers curl in against her palms, squeezing for a moment. ”They uh, they got loose, when my ranch burned down recently.” She considers not saying it. He didn’t ask, she could have left it vague, horses get out sometimes. Maybe she should feel more shame for the truth, but honestly she’s looking for steady ground, and he’s always been someone who seems to know the right places to walk.
Before she can even ask what the hell he’s doing out her, a grand question for herself as well, he offers it up. Despite the dour situation she’s in, her lips twitch, amusement pulling on familiar muscles and their habits. ”Might be me, I felt like a blind swamp rat until now.” Her tease peters out quickly, brows scrunching in a distasteful glance to the side as she continues to pick her way around. ”Looking for a few horses that ran off this way. You haven’t seen any, have you?”
Her teeth pull in her lower lip, and her fingers curl in against her palms, squeezing for a moment. ”They uh, they got loose, when my ranch burned down recently.” She considers not saying it. He didn’t ask, she could have left it vague, horses get out sometimes. Maybe she should feel more shame for the truth, but honestly she’s looking for steady ground, and he’s always been someone who seems to know the right places to walk.
Colt
Darling, it's a cold kind of violent, to fear this alone
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.
