COLT
Always comes back around to simple things
A song you know from the past coming on
A drink in your glass at the end of the day
A song you know from the past coming on
A drink in your glass at the end of the day
If she always got such a greeting for carting around some drink she'd make a habit of doing it more often, but then not everyone is half the man Remi is. Utterly pleased with herself, her smile stretches out rapid and long, and she dips her head deeply as if she has indeed done him the greatest service. Given how little she has to her name right now, that's not too far off the mark.
Laughter creeps into the corners of her eyes as she works the cork free, her head inclined towards him and his words. "That doesn't surprise me in the slightest," she hums, pressure giving in to the insistence of her thumb, the champagne popping open. "They're quite sharp, and that is always how it goes with children and their parents, isn't it?" She wouldn't know, personally, but at a certain point you teach them less than they teach you. It's the same with all manner of parenting and young. Perhaps that's why she struggles to learn certain things still.
Pouring the sparkling drink into their ramshackle glasses, she extends one to him with a nod. "Mmhmm, especially considering why and where." As good a fish story as any, she reckons. "Everything burned down last season, on my ranch." She doesn't brace to say it like she used to, not because it weighs less on her or it's any easier, but there's something to saying it enough by this point that it's worn a trail through her heart. She's also made too many moves forward at this point to pretend there's anything worth looking back at. "Everything," she stresses with a flick of her gaze from the rise of bubbles to him. She keeps hold of him as she lifts her glass to her lips, drinking slowly.
It helps to not let herself lie down in the ashes, to keep her mind full of possibilities instead of memories. Easier said than done, based on her habits, but she's been keeping busy enough as late to tire body and mind each night, leaving no room for ghosts to linger as they once did so freely. There is no routine left for her these days, which makes her hard to track, and equally as hard for sour thoughts to sneak up and find her. "I'm going to try and turn Hak Etme into someplace worth living, hole up there instead." It's not an idea anymore, not a dream. It's hardly done, but it's in motion, and it seems it'll either carry her or bury her.
While he fiddles with fire she shifts, gliding off the table, drink still in hand, and curling around to the edge of the saddle in making. She leans down to properly inspect it's details and curves, glancing up when he explains with a splay of his hands. "More than alright," she commends as she rises back to full height, her expression brightening, grateful for his keen hands and thoughtful approach to what he touches. "That's even better'n what I hoped for. It'll mean a lot. I don't have enough supplies left, so I need what I got to be versatile."
Lifting her attention over the saddle tree to the melting pot, her brows lift. "Multi-tasking it looks like?" Unless he also meant to pour that over the saddle, in which case she might end up having some opinions after all. "Or maybe you just do everything in twos now."
Laughter creeps into the corners of her eyes as she works the cork free, her head inclined towards him and his words. "That doesn't surprise me in the slightest," she hums, pressure giving in to the insistence of her thumb, the champagne popping open. "They're quite sharp, and that is always how it goes with children and their parents, isn't it?" She wouldn't know, personally, but at a certain point you teach them less than they teach you. It's the same with all manner of parenting and young. Perhaps that's why she struggles to learn certain things still.
Pouring the sparkling drink into their ramshackle glasses, she extends one to him with a nod. "Mmhmm, especially considering why and where." As good a fish story as any, she reckons. "Everything burned down last season, on my ranch." She doesn't brace to say it like she used to, not because it weighs less on her or it's any easier, but there's something to saying it enough by this point that it's worn a trail through her heart. She's also made too many moves forward at this point to pretend there's anything worth looking back at. "Everything," she stresses with a flick of her gaze from the rise of bubbles to him. She keeps hold of him as she lifts her glass to her lips, drinking slowly.
It helps to not let herself lie down in the ashes, to keep her mind full of possibilities instead of memories. Easier said than done, based on her habits, but she's been keeping busy enough as late to tire body and mind each night, leaving no room for ghosts to linger as they once did so freely. There is no routine left for her these days, which makes her hard to track, and equally as hard for sour thoughts to sneak up and find her. "I'm going to try and turn Hak Etme into someplace worth living, hole up there instead." It's not an idea anymore, not a dream. It's hardly done, but it's in motion, and it seems it'll either carry her or bury her.
While he fiddles with fire she shifts, gliding off the table, drink still in hand, and curling around to the edge of the saddle in making. She leans down to properly inspect it's details and curves, glancing up when he explains with a splay of his hands. "More than alright," she commends as she rises back to full height, her expression brightening, grateful for his keen hands and thoughtful approach to what he touches. "That's even better'n what I hoped for. It'll mean a lot. I don't have enough supplies left, so I need what I got to be versatile."
Lifting her attention over the saddle tree to the melting pot, her brows lift. "Multi-tasking it looks like?" Unless he also meant to pour that over the saddle, in which case she might end up having some opinions after all. "Or maybe you just do everything in twos now."
It's the sound of the rain coming down
It's a call from a friend that you love
All the time you can waste
Trying to chase what you'll never need
It's a call from a friend that you love
All the time you can waste
Trying to chase what you'll never need
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.
