Colt
I know it's a drag, I know it's a grind
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
I know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul-sucking town
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
I know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul-sucking town
A ripple of motion sweeps across her entire body, dramatic in the lean and the full wave, but controlled in the subtle shifts and the quiet draw of breath. She’s caught herself just as fast as she’s lost it, the surprise turning into recognition. ”Sol!” she greets, a laugh breaking through at the end as disruption settles. Thing coming from the sky are usually birds, and she doesn’t have the best history with those, but the little dragon doesn’t deserve the same categorization.
Offering her hand to his scales, nails scritching at the corners and pockets she imagins are hard for him to reach easily on his own, Colt doesn’t bother glancing about for Zavien. She’s certain he’s not far behind, and for the moment she’ll take the small peace of having a conversation with another living thing without any words needing exchanged. Funny really, how often Thorn pressed her to talk, and yet she has never needed to in order to get on well with her dogs and horses. Proof, in her mind, that actions speak louder than words.
She’s just noticed Sol’s interest int he bread when Zavien darts up the hill. She spares him a glance, amber gaze dull in the grey light of the season, but soon enough she’s watching the tears she’s pulling off the bread to offer Sol. It feels fitting to deliver food tot he deceased, but she has no doubt that wild creatures are who benefit from it, not the silent stones. Memories are not fed with such tangible things, but Sol is.
”No interruption,” she soothes with an easy and dismissive sway to her voice, smile catching on the end as she offers out the bites to the dragon. ”Just graves around here, no eggshells, so no need to tiptoe.” Maybe if it’d been fresh grief, or if he’d happened upon her, but as is she rather thinks a bit of normalcy and life is exactly what this place is always in need of. ”Was saying goodbye to my parents,” she explains, finally lifting her full attention to him. ”Not sure how often I’ll make it back to see them, so thought I should say it properly.”
Offering her hand to his scales, nails scritching at the corners and pockets she imagins are hard for him to reach easily on his own, Colt doesn’t bother glancing about for Zavien. She’s certain he’s not far behind, and for the moment she’ll take the small peace of having a conversation with another living thing without any words needing exchanged. Funny really, how often Thorn pressed her to talk, and yet she has never needed to in order to get on well with her dogs and horses. Proof, in her mind, that actions speak louder than words.
She’s just noticed Sol’s interest int he bread when Zavien darts up the hill. She spares him a glance, amber gaze dull in the grey light of the season, but soon enough she’s watching the tears she’s pulling off the bread to offer Sol. It feels fitting to deliver food tot he deceased, but she has no doubt that wild creatures are who benefit from it, not the silent stones. Memories are not fed with such tangible things, but Sol is.
”No interruption,” she soothes with an easy and dismissive sway to her voice, smile catching on the end as she offers out the bites to the dragon. ”Just graves around here, no eggshells, so no need to tiptoe.” Maybe if it’d been fresh grief, or if he’d happened upon her, but as is she rather thinks a bit of normalcy and life is exactly what this place is always in need of. ”Was saying goodbye to my parents,” she explains, finally lifting her full attention to him. ”Not sure how often I’ll make it back to see them, so thought I should say it properly.”
Let's make a little lemonade if lemons is all we got
Sunset's like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen
Don't waste another mile or a minute not kissin' me
Life is short, make it sweet
Sunset's like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen
Don't waste another mile or a minute not kissin' me
Life is short, make it sweet
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.
