Colt
She's a runner, she's a lover, always stuck in her ways
Pull her closer, think you know her, now she's turning the page
She gave a warning if it's storming, she'll be gone with the rain
Pull her closer, think you know her, now she's turning the page
She gave a warning if it's storming, she'll be gone with the rain
When she’d been here last, it’d been the brink of Longheat, so this time of year is much gentler, but the heat still feels like a layer pressing on on her from every angle, even the inside when she inhales. If it is more pleasant than before, she can’t fully compare it, the stifling nature only able to conjure the idea of discomfort and none other.
Glancing across at Zavien, a faint smile flickers in past the grimace that’s otherwise permenantly set in against the land’s hospitality. She half expected he’d do this with her, easy to committ to in theory, then get here in actuality and tell her good luck while boarding the next ship out. That he’s imagining ways to change the land for the better, that blooms a cautious hope inside her.
”The maps I was looking at did seem to show the Furance here extending down the core of the land,” she recounts, glancing up into thought and memory. ”All the other parts kind of fold out from it and into the edges of the sea. So a road would serve well here. Problem is, seems like wind would just bring the sand in over whatever we put down.” A god’s touch might be needed, but with a long to-do list, and many other challenges ahead, she’d have to be mindful not to tax the dieties with all her desires.
Reaching for her canteen off the saddle, she takes a small pull, not really thirsty so much as trying to stave off the eventual drying of everything. ”Y’know, I tried to read about this place more, but there’s not a lot out there about it.” Whether it isn’t worth writing about, or no one’s bothered to come here to do it, she isn’t sure. Not that there’s nothing, but it seems like they’d need to learn a lot through trial and error, which is part of what this trek is. That, or find the few locals that dare call this place home. They’re not easy to find, wiser than them, surely, so undoubtedly tucked away into safer pockets and better crossing paths. But she knew some were out here, since it was how she’d restocked supplies last time she’d run out.
In the distance, Sol just might find exactly that.
Glancing across at Zavien, a faint smile flickers in past the grimace that’s otherwise permenantly set in against the land’s hospitality. She half expected he’d do this with her, easy to committ to in theory, then get here in actuality and tell her good luck while boarding the next ship out. That he’s imagining ways to change the land for the better, that blooms a cautious hope inside her.
”The maps I was looking at did seem to show the Furance here extending down the core of the land,” she recounts, glancing up into thought and memory. ”All the other parts kind of fold out from it and into the edges of the sea. So a road would serve well here. Problem is, seems like wind would just bring the sand in over whatever we put down.” A god’s touch might be needed, but with a long to-do list, and many other challenges ahead, she’d have to be mindful not to tax the dieties with all her desires.
Reaching for her canteen off the saddle, she takes a small pull, not really thirsty so much as trying to stave off the eventual drying of everything. ”Y’know, I tried to read about this place more, but there’s not a lot out there about it.” Whether it isn’t worth writing about, or no one’s bothered to come here to do it, she isn’t sure. Not that there’s nothing, but it seems like they’d need to learn a lot through trial and error, which is part of what this trek is. That, or find the few locals that dare call this place home. They’re not easy to find, wiser than them, surely, so undoubtedly tucked away into safer pockets and better crossing paths. But she knew some were out here, since it was how she’d restocked supplies last time she’d run out.
In the distance, Sol just might find exactly that.
When she's in it, she's all in it, ain't no holding her back
When I'm with her, she's a river moving steady and fast
She's afraid of all the ways her heart is broke like glass
When I'm with her, she's a river moving steady and fast
She's afraid of all the ways her heart is broke like glass
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.
