Colt
The devil's always on my heels, but I keep him on his toes
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs
A laugh breaks free in response to Thal’s comparison, loud and daring with it’s existance among all the other parts of her still trying to stay submerged. ”Well, I don’t need every grain. Some can stay wild. That’s the trick.” She offers a wink towards the ancient, her humor curling up into the tilt of her smile instead. ”Never want to break something so thoroughly that you take it all. It’s all about building a way to coexist and work together. A partnership with the land.” Although she does intend to be in charge of the work, same with the sand as the saddle.
A small shrug answers Thal’s question, but it’s not a dismissive gesture. Rather, Colt’s shoulders suggest that it doesn’t need to be any deeper than what it is exactly on the surface. ”Think you know a helluva lot more about them than I do. Especially which ones you like using, and which you don’t.” She has a point. Just because Colt rides doesn’t mean she could work the leather into a saddle, but she definitely knows enough to do a better job than Thal surely would.
A hungry shape creases her features when Thal offers and inch, and Colt fully intends to turn that into as many miles as she can. ”Besides a new place to tie up your boat?” Colt smirks, unbothered by the business talk. Time has worth, and friendship doesn’t erase the value of that. ”I’ll let you name it,” she offers, more joke than anything. ”Put a nice shiny plaque up in your honor.” She doesn’t mind the brass tacks, but it doesn’t mean she won’t give Thal shit for it. ”Or let’s say I owe you a favor in turn.”
A small shrug answers Thal’s question, but it’s not a dismissive gesture. Rather, Colt’s shoulders suggest that it doesn’t need to be any deeper than what it is exactly on the surface. ”Think you know a helluva lot more about them than I do. Especially which ones you like using, and which you don’t.” She has a point. Just because Colt rides doesn’t mean she could work the leather into a saddle, but she definitely knows enough to do a better job than Thal surely would.
A hungry shape creases her features when Thal offers and inch, and Colt fully intends to turn that into as many miles as she can. ”Besides a new place to tie up your boat?” Colt smirks, unbothered by the business talk. Time has worth, and friendship doesn’t erase the value of that. ”I’ll let you name it,” she offers, more joke than anything. ”Put a nice shiny plaque up in your honor.” She doesn’t mind the brass tacks, but it doesn’t mean she won’t give Thal shit for it. ”Or let’s say I owe you a favor in turn.”
Ain't no way around it, one day I'm gonna die
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive
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.
