What am I then when everything I've known is washed out
She supposes it's too late to fully recover now, her slip a bell she can't unring, even if it's been knocked accidentally. Maybe if it'd been someone other than Flora, she could have stumbled through it, but the Doubletake has always been shrewd, purposefully arming herself thusly. That's something Colt can always appreciate, especially on a woman, even when she's at the poor end of it. To the queen's credit, she tries to play it off as best she can, offering an out, but much like an overly bright and cheery path among the woods bound to end at a witch's cottage, Colt doesn't think it wise to take the easy way. Besides, she has little to hide in the matter, other than the fact that saying it aloud firms up the reality more and more every time she does, a truth she isn't always ready to face. For now though, she's already perched on that edge.
"Mm, the burning down of my ranch just a bit ago," she remarks, far too casual as her attention returns to the steel in hand. She's flipped the blade, running the other edge over the whetstone now, using it like a point for her to summon all her focus into, leaving the loss of her life as nothing more than an exterior distraction to the true task at hand. Easier that way to walk amid the memory of ruin, like she is standing outside of it instead of half-buried inside it. "Lost everything, except what was alive enough to save its own hide. Most of them are being sold right about now, got nowhere else to put 'em." A practical matter, the emotion cut clean out of it, or so she'd like to pretend. Her brow pinches, lips thinning as she ends her comment, and she doesn't speak again for a while yet while her grip and attention tighten on the sharpening. Without meaning to, she ends up pressing the blade too firmly into the drag, scoring it wrong. The metal complains right as the sky splits.
Colt startles off the motion, blade slipping suddenly to the side with the sudden jolt. It knicks her finger, red welling instantly, ad she curses under her breath as she fires a glance up, accusation bristling back at the clouds. "What the fuck?" The lightning fades nearly as soon as it's come, the wailing with it, though it reverberates through her like an audible afterimage, searing into nerve. "Y'know when you think something can't get any worse, and then it starts to rain? And then, it starts screaming?" She frowns at the sky before glancing up at Flora, aware she's just become unduly dour over nothing. Sighing, she brings her finger to her mouth to suck on the cut before the blood runs and stains something. "So, I happen to be open to new career paths." Maybe not weaponsmith, if this go is any evidence.
"Mm, the burning down of my ranch just a bit ago," she remarks, far too casual as her attention returns to the steel in hand. She's flipped the blade, running the other edge over the whetstone now, using it like a point for her to summon all her focus into, leaving the loss of her life as nothing more than an exterior distraction to the true task at hand. Easier that way to walk amid the memory of ruin, like she is standing outside of it instead of half-buried inside it. "Lost everything, except what was alive enough to save its own hide. Most of them are being sold right about now, got nowhere else to put 'em." A practical matter, the emotion cut clean out of it, or so she'd like to pretend. Her brow pinches, lips thinning as she ends her comment, and she doesn't speak again for a while yet while her grip and attention tighten on the sharpening. Without meaning to, she ends up pressing the blade too firmly into the drag, scoring it wrong. The metal complains right as the sky splits.
Colt startles off the motion, blade slipping suddenly to the side with the sudden jolt. It knicks her finger, red welling instantly, ad she curses under her breath as she fires a glance up, accusation bristling back at the clouds. "What the fuck?" The lightning fades nearly as soon as it's come, the wailing with it, though it reverberates through her like an audible afterimage, searing into nerve. "Y'know when you think something can't get any worse, and then it starts to rain? And then, it starts screaming?" She frowns at the sky before glancing up at Flora, aware she's just become unduly dour over nothing. Sighing, she brings her finger to her mouth to suck on the cut before the blood runs and stains something. "So, I happen to be open to new career paths." Maybe not weaponsmith, if this go is any evidence.
Colt
Don't care if there's pieces left to mend, If I stay broken I can't be broken again
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.
