I don't wanna romanticize it, but every night it's the place that I go
”Ah, well, the day’s young yet,” she returns, her own playful smile lobbing back the idea of him as the swamp monster. Which, he quickly proves he could at the very least be a swamp gentleman instead, his magic quietly assisting her trek through the bog. She notices it at once, the fight of every step, the careful placement, now firming up and quickening on the steadier ground, and she eases a fraction further for it. ”Thank you,” she says with a glance his way, the gratitude extending onto her expression, both for his assistance with the trek and the addition of her horses added to his list. It warms her considerably, given the wet, lonely tromp thus far has whittled away all semblance of faith, leaving only raw determination left to keep her going.
She doesn’t know what to do with a sorry, not when she had nothing to forgive, not when she had anything remaining. It doesn’t strike her as pity, just understanding, but she just numbly nods in response to the offering of it. As for his offer to rebuild, that turns her gaze back towards him from the bog, surprise there briefly before she blinks it away. ”Appreciate it,” she sighs, shaking her head faintly. ”Not sure that’s the play though, truth be told.” Her teeth catch her lower lip for a minute, chewing on a thought before she continues on. ”Have to sell a bunch of the herd, nowhere to put ‘em while waiting to rebuild, and they’re a lot to feed and keep contained. Besides,” she shrugs, small and tired, ”what’s to stop it from catching fire again? Even metal melts in wildfires. Stone would be difficult to repair.” Because she’s sure there’d still be repairs, the animals are not forgiving to the borders that keep them in. Wood had the necessary give, and the low cost she needed, but it also fed the fires best.
”Think my best bet’s finding somewhere new to set up shop. Somewhere that won’t burn. Build myself back up from the few head I’m keepin’. Maybe find other ways to make money until then.” It’s the first time she’s said it aloud, and she glances his way for some form of approval she doesn’t even realize she’s looking for. Her business had belonged to her parents, she just took it over. This would be the first real time she’s deciding anything major, and it could be her downfall, especially when it means leaving behind everything she knows.
She doesn’t know what to do with a sorry, not when she had nothing to forgive, not when she had anything remaining. It doesn’t strike her as pity, just understanding, but she just numbly nods in response to the offering of it. As for his offer to rebuild, that turns her gaze back towards him from the bog, surprise there briefly before she blinks it away. ”Appreciate it,” she sighs, shaking her head faintly. ”Not sure that’s the play though, truth be told.” Her teeth catch her lower lip for a minute, chewing on a thought before she continues on. ”Have to sell a bunch of the herd, nowhere to put ‘em while waiting to rebuild, and they’re a lot to feed and keep contained. Besides,” she shrugs, small and tired, ”what’s to stop it from catching fire again? Even metal melts in wildfires. Stone would be difficult to repair.” Because she’s sure there’d still be repairs, the animals are not forgiving to the borders that keep them in. Wood had the necessary give, and the low cost she needed, but it also fed the fires best.
”Think my best bet’s finding somewhere new to set up shop. Somewhere that won’t burn. Build myself back up from the few head I’m keepin’. Maybe find other ways to make money until then.” It’s the first time she’s said it aloud, and she glances his way for some form of approval she doesn’t even realize she’s looking for. Her business had belonged to her parents, she just took it over. This would be the first real time she’s deciding anything major, and it could be her downfall, especially when it means leaving behind everything she knows.
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.
