Colt
A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun
Can't trust anyone
Can't trust anyone
It’s the first real commitment from someone she’s asked. Even if it’s a half step, Colt isn’t measuring, so long as it’s forward. Admittedly, Sohalia’s really the first she has asked, the decision only beginning to firm up in her own bones. She’d tossed the invitation out to Thal, sure, and it had it’s own weight, but Colt knows better than to expect the ancient to moor herself for long. Sohalia though, as is plain in the position Colt extended, she seems like someone who could be there for the long haul.
She rather thinks it’s the kinship of losing everything you had and suddenly wondering how to find solid ground again, and even if Sohalia has a much better shot at that than Colt currently does, what with Torchline’s abundance, Wildering House just scratching the surface of that. She’s guessing someone who does cartography likes to tame wild things too, in her own way. That’s what Colt’s offering. A chance for somewhere to land, somewhere you could shape to your steps.
There’d be no bad blood if Sohalia woke up and decided, fuck that shit. It’s all nice and rosy as words, but living it will be another feat entirely. She might be overly confident about her endurance, given what she had already survived there, but if she had made it through the entire desert during it’s ugliest season, she’s pretty sure she can do more than complain and run this time around. ”I’d say that’s a good plan,” Colt offers with a smile and tilt of her head, bright gaze sweeping off Sohalia to the distance where her ship waits. ”Need to do the same myself.” A little less packing, a lot more arranging.
”Just stay honest,” she advises. ”I need someone I can trust, someone to tell me not what I want to hear, but what I need to hear. You’ll know things I won’t, and that’s more important than any ego.” She’s been able to call the shots in her own little world on the ranch for some time, and she’s still the one leading the charge here, but there’s a lot of learning left to do with this rodeo. ”And the tequila,” Colt adds as an afterthought as she starts to step away. ”You’re definitely in charge of that.” She winks.
As they part, heading to their separate ways, Colt slows just enough to pause at the edge of the Mathair’s root. ”Wouldn’t be able to start this venture without your help.” The desert could be argued not to have a truly nice season, Deepfrost maybe getting the closest, but there’s still enough wane in the heat and some extra boon in water this time of year to make her odds a bit better. With all the work they have, they need whatever edge they can find. ”Thanks.” She’d have to bring Mathair back a souvenir. For now, she better get started rather than talk about it all day.
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She rather thinks it’s the kinship of losing everything you had and suddenly wondering how to find solid ground again, and even if Sohalia has a much better shot at that than Colt currently does, what with Torchline’s abundance, Wildering House just scratching the surface of that. She’s guessing someone who does cartography likes to tame wild things too, in her own way. That’s what Colt’s offering. A chance for somewhere to land, somewhere you could shape to your steps.
There’d be no bad blood if Sohalia woke up and decided, fuck that shit. It’s all nice and rosy as words, but living it will be another feat entirely. She might be overly confident about her endurance, given what she had already survived there, but if she had made it through the entire desert during it’s ugliest season, she’s pretty sure she can do more than complain and run this time around. ”I’d say that’s a good plan,” Colt offers with a smile and tilt of her head, bright gaze sweeping off Sohalia to the distance where her ship waits. ”Need to do the same myself.” A little less packing, a lot more arranging.
”Just stay honest,” she advises. ”I need someone I can trust, someone to tell me not what I want to hear, but what I need to hear. You’ll know things I won’t, and that’s more important than any ego.” She’s been able to call the shots in her own little world on the ranch for some time, and she’s still the one leading the charge here, but there’s a lot of learning left to do with this rodeo. ”And the tequila,” Colt adds as an afterthought as she starts to step away. ”You’re definitely in charge of that.” She winks.
As they part, heading to their separate ways, Colt slows just enough to pause at the edge of the Mathair’s root. ”Wouldn’t be able to start this venture without your help.” The desert could be argued not to have a truly nice season, Deepfrost maybe getting the closest, but there’s still enough wane in the heat and some extra boon in water this time of year to make her odds a bit better. With all the work they have, they need whatever edge they can find. ”Thanks.” She’d have to bring Mathair back a souvenir. For now, she better get started rather than talk about it all day.
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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.
