Colt
A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun
Can't trust anyone
Can't trust anyone
Mathair is such a grand being that Colt should have suspected she’d be hiding another presence around her side. Not that she particularly needed the solitude, but there is a different sort of ability to talk freely when your confessions are only blending into leaf litter and smoke-stained bark.
Fortunately, the other one joining her isn’t an unwelcome sight beyond the unexpected, and Colt peers over her shoulder at Soh with a mild smile. ”Hey,” she greets, shifting back to look at the deity before them. She balances on her toes as she reaches back with both hands to gather the two blink hair kills she’d made not long before, one a touch warm still. ”No interruption,” she confirms, a shrug tacked on, because who would she be to barr anyone else from serving Mathair, especially this time of year.
”Yeah, always like to acknowledge her when I’m out. Was on my way back—” she stumbles over saying the word home, not quite sure she has a right to that word at the moment, or that it fits. She left her most recent stay in Torchline with quite a few changes. A lot less cattle and horses, heavier coin purses for it, and after some miserable wondering and wallowing, a decision finally made firm after restlessly returning to it again and again. That, more than the ashes waiting back at King’s End, is what gives her pause now.
She doesn’t bother to find something else to call it, and Soh should know what she means after their talk in Wildering House, Torchline only ever a stop along the way. ”She’s always been my favorite,” Colt finishes instead, using a knife to cut into the rabbit from throat to tail, opening it up more to let the blood and organs have access to the ground and roots as she lays each animal down. ”You?” She can see by the seeds, that yes Soh is here to pay respects, but she means the favorite, or maybe anything deeper Soh means to add about the Leafchange presence.
Fortunately, the other one joining her isn’t an unwelcome sight beyond the unexpected, and Colt peers over her shoulder at Soh with a mild smile. ”Hey,” she greets, shifting back to look at the deity before them. She balances on her toes as she reaches back with both hands to gather the two blink hair kills she’d made not long before, one a touch warm still. ”No interruption,” she confirms, a shrug tacked on, because who would she be to barr anyone else from serving Mathair, especially this time of year.
”Yeah, always like to acknowledge her when I’m out. Was on my way back—” she stumbles over saying the word home, not quite sure she has a right to that word at the moment, or that it fits. She left her most recent stay in Torchline with quite a few changes. A lot less cattle and horses, heavier coin purses for it, and after some miserable wondering and wallowing, a decision finally made firm after restlessly returning to it again and again. That, more than the ashes waiting back at King’s End, is what gives her pause now.
She doesn’t bother to find something else to call it, and Soh should know what she means after their talk in Wildering House, Torchline only ever a stop along the way. ”She’s always been my favorite,” Colt finishes instead, using a knife to cut into the rabbit from throat to tail, opening it up more to let the blood and organs have access to the ground and roots as she lays each animal down. ”You?” She can see by the seeds, that yes Soh is here to pay respects, but she means the favorite, or maybe anything deeper Soh means to add about the Leafchange presence.
I was so sure what I needed was more
Tried to shoot out the sun
Tried to shoot out the sun
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.
