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
Having to leave their talk for later, or perhaps due to prove itself in time as a show rather than tell, the topic swings around to what Sol has found instead. Zavien’s reassurance does earn him a quick, cautious glance, and her fingers loosen a bit where her grip began to bear down on the bow. She’d trust him to read his own dragon, but she’s as cautious of man as she is beast, so she doesn’t entirely put her weaponry back away.
Even as they approach the distressed situation, she remains on alert, well aware that they are outnumbered and could simply be hauled off their horses if desperation climbed. Stranded out here and done in before anything had even begun.
Zavien, bless his much kinder soul, doesn’t seem to have the same reservations, and perhaps his assumptions of aid rather than defense are what keep this from boiling over. ”Careful!” she tosses over to him, but she lowers her bow, not so readily dismounting yet as she scrutinizes the scene. To the travelers credit, they also are leery, several pausing in their frenzy to step closer to one another and look over. One of them though, the leader, if Colt had to guess, lifts her head and steps towards Zavien.
What’s it to you? She’s defensive, and stands with her hands on her hips, putting herself squarely between her group and them. Colt, meanwhile, has been watching the people who did not stop moving. The ones still focused on the task. ”Is it injured?” Colt asks the woman, nodding her head towards the downed camel that’s calling out. It could be misbehaving only, but there’s a certain, flailing quality that makes her think otherwise, although admittedly she doesn’t know camels well. Certain things translate though, and she’s usually good at watching for the little tells.
The woman is on edge because things are going poorly, and they do not want to be attacked when their pants are down, so to speak. Colt let’s out a small sigh, finally putting her bow away in full. ”I’m Colt, that’s Zavien. We can help you carry things on our horses. Lighten the load for the camel.” She’s got very little that’d help it recover, although her ring’s touch might keep it from death, if it’s that bad.
Even as they approach the distressed situation, she remains on alert, well aware that they are outnumbered and could simply be hauled off their horses if desperation climbed. Stranded out here and done in before anything had even begun.
Zavien, bless his much kinder soul, doesn’t seem to have the same reservations, and perhaps his assumptions of aid rather than defense are what keep this from boiling over. ”Careful!” she tosses over to him, but she lowers her bow, not so readily dismounting yet as she scrutinizes the scene. To the travelers credit, they also are leery, several pausing in their frenzy to step closer to one another and look over. One of them though, the leader, if Colt had to guess, lifts her head and steps towards Zavien.
What’s it to you? She’s defensive, and stands with her hands on her hips, putting herself squarely between her group and them. Colt, meanwhile, has been watching the people who did not stop moving. The ones still focused on the task. ”Is it injured?” Colt asks the woman, nodding her head towards the downed camel that’s calling out. It could be misbehaving only, but there’s a certain, flailing quality that makes her think otherwise, although admittedly she doesn’t know camels well. Certain things translate though, and she’s usually good at watching for the little tells.
The woman is on edge because things are going poorly, and they do not want to be attacked when their pants are down, so to speak. Colt let’s out a small sigh, finally putting her bow away in full. ”I’m Colt, that’s Zavien. We can help you carry things on our horses. Lighten the load for the camel.” She’s got very little that’d help it recover, although her ring’s touch might keep it from death, if it’s that bad.
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.
