Thalassa
Colt might not have realized it, but she's annoyingly likeable for someone like Thal, and after their stupid night of drunken bonding and friendly fights, she's earned the rare status of 'friend' in the Ancient's mind. For better or worse, she's stuck with it now, and that comes with a lifetime subscription to Thal's questionable means of support.
Her grin is sharp and wickedly proud of the question, fangs flashing like an extra set of daggers. "They're welcome to - they just won't like it, and it won't last long." Unless she wants to prolong the suffering, in which case, they'd probably like that even less. She likes it though. It's fun to just let loose.
Blue eyes flicker to the sky then back to Colt, humming her agreement to the owed outing through a small smirk, fingers continuing to flip the dagger in her grasp. Her voice is thick with a playful sarcasm, twisting the disappointment into humor when she drawls, "Such a pity." She'd gotten out of her own unwanted field trip, but the rancher won't get out of hers that easily. Unless her ship meets a similar fate, she's determined to get Colt on her ship one way or another.
The mention of something 'wild' and 'crazy' certainly draws her attention, eyebrow raising over her intrigued gaze. Her body leans forward subconsciously, the flicking of her dagger pausing with anticipation of something insane and exciting. She offers a hum of permission to continue, immediately laughing when it proves to be a different kind of crazy. "A few times." Lounging back, she doesn't soften her opinion. "It's nothing but sand and things that want to kill you. Why would you want to try making it anything?"
Her grin is sharp and wickedly proud of the question, fangs flashing like an extra set of daggers. "They're welcome to - they just won't like it, and it won't last long." Unless she wants to prolong the suffering, in which case, they'd probably like that even less. She likes it though. It's fun to just let loose.
Blue eyes flicker to the sky then back to Colt, humming her agreement to the owed outing through a small smirk, fingers continuing to flip the dagger in her grasp. Her voice is thick with a playful sarcasm, twisting the disappointment into humor when she drawls, "Such a pity." She'd gotten out of her own unwanted field trip, but the rancher won't get out of hers that easily. Unless her ship meets a similar fate, she's determined to get Colt on her ship one way or another.
The mention of something 'wild' and 'crazy' certainly draws her attention, eyebrow raising over her intrigued gaze. Her body leans forward subconsciously, the flicking of her dagger pausing with anticipation of something insane and exciting. She offers a hum of permission to continue, immediately laughing when it proves to be a different kind of crazy. "A few times." Lounging back, she doesn't soften her opinion. "It's nothing but sand and things that want to kill you. Why would you want to try making it anything?"
But when I wake up,
I see You with me.
I see You with me.
