Colt
A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun
Can't trust anyone
Can't trust anyone
The careful response from Soh is only a signifier that Colt has chosen well. She doesn’t expect anyone to quite match her energy in this venture, not when she’s been sitting on it far longer than anyone else, quietly shaping it in the dark before bed, and every quiet moment in-between. She has used this like a rope to hoist herself onto, sagging otherwise back into the ground, and it means more for that than it likely ever could someone who’s even eager about it, but toss in all the danger and possible failure, and well she’d be more worried if someone wasn’t wary.
She shot high, and she didn’t land all of it, but she got the core of her need. The rest might come in time. ”I’d expect nothing less,” she praises with a softer smile, it’s reach finding her eyes even if the sharp delight beneath it has settled into something easier. ”I’ll be looking for you on the docks of King’s End then, and from there, we sail to Hak Etme.” She nods, the deal set as easy as that. ”Bring your maps, and any camping gear. I’m arranging tents and tools now.”
She shot high, and she didn’t land all of it, but she got the core of her need. The rest might come in time. ”I’d expect nothing less,” she praises with a softer smile, it’s reach finding her eyes even if the sharp delight beneath it has settled into something easier. ”I’ll be looking for you on the docks of King’s End then, and from there, we sail to Hak Etme.” She nods, the deal set as easy as that. ”Bring your maps, and any camping gear. I’m arranging tents and tools now.”
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.
