Colt
A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun
Can't trust anyone
Can't trust anyone
Colt has often found herself one the ground, usually dazed or bruised by whatever had put her there. Horses, usually, but plenty of less obvious or literal things. Sometimes it hurts like a bitch, and sitting there and sniffling for a bit is needed before rising up, and sometimes she can bounce back to her feet like the ground had always been a place to push off from and pop up stronger. This time, she stayed low for a while, even if she pretended otherwise to plenty of people, herself included. She’s back on her feet now though, and she’s positive the desert will soon send her off ‘em. The very idea excites her.
Pressing out a fuller smile as Soh stammers a bit, Colt nods in swift response. ”Yep, you.” Maybe the confirmation isn’t necessary, but she wants no hesitation about it. ”You’d know the lay of the land better than anyone, and be able to help us find the best place to set up base camp in terms of resources and safety. You’ve also got prior experience leading, and I could use someone like that when we start to actually establish a town and build something that will attract people.”
The desire to laugh rises in her chest like pressure that still feels light, but Colt doesn’t let the sound loose, even if it’s springing out of a fresh joy. ”Well,” Colt starts, drawing it out like she hasn’t already given it tremendous thought. ”I suppose, stay as long as you like, or are able. I won’t turn down however much of your help I can get, but I was rather hoping you might consider being part of the council I establish.”
Pressing out a fuller smile as Soh stammers a bit, Colt nods in swift response. ”Yep, you.” Maybe the confirmation isn’t necessary, but she wants no hesitation about it. ”You’d know the lay of the land better than anyone, and be able to help us find the best place to set up base camp in terms of resources and safety. You’ve also got prior experience leading, and I could use someone like that when we start to actually establish a town and build something that will attract people.”
The desire to laugh rises in her chest like pressure that still feels light, but Colt doesn’t let the sound loose, even if it’s springing out of a fresh joy. ”Well,” Colt starts, drawing it out like she hasn’t already given it tremendous thought. ”I suppose, stay as long as you like, or are able. I won’t turn down however much of your help I can get, but I was rather hoping you might consider being part of the council I establish.”
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.
