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
Zavien’s charm might’ve whittled them down better than Colt’s direct approach, if they weren’t already hackles up, unhappy to be caught with their pants down (or camels down) so to speak. Out here, losing your mode of transportation, it could be a death sentence. She doesn’t quite think that’s the jam they’re in, more the loss of goods spilling into the sand, and the fact they’d have to leave ‘em, their other camels already too loaded up.
She appreciates that Zavien’s with her, because even together they’re both outnumbered, and this group could have responded any number of way. Still could. Might serve them better to steal the horses right out from under them, leave them to perish in the sand. Colt wouldn’t put it past them, because she’d do the same thing if she had to. Fortunately, she’s not backed against the wall, and she doesn’t think they are either.
The woman, Chani, as she tells them stiffly, inclines her head as one of her group approaches her and whispers into her ear. She nods grimly, and then in an instant her shoulders break the line of stiff uncertainty, waving both she and Zavien in. Heal, yes. Can give cactus fruit in return. It’s not exactly friendly yet, but it’s a start, and Colt glances at Zavien. ”Careful,” she reminds him, stepping forward with her horse until she’s closer, still not dismounting, not yet.
”Let us help you where you’re going, and forget the fruit. We want information.” She twists a bit in her saddle, offering a hand to take Zavien’s horse so he can heal. She wants to be in a position to take quick action if need be while he presses in on the group.
She appreciates that Zavien’s with her, because even together they’re both outnumbered, and this group could have responded any number of way. Still could. Might serve them better to steal the horses right out from under them, leave them to perish in the sand. Colt wouldn’t put it past them, because she’d do the same thing if she had to. Fortunately, she’s not backed against the wall, and she doesn’t think they are either.
The woman, Chani, as she tells them stiffly, inclines her head as one of her group approaches her and whispers into her ear. She nods grimly, and then in an instant her shoulders break the line of stiff uncertainty, waving both she and Zavien in. Heal, yes. Can give cactus fruit in return. It’s not exactly friendly yet, but it’s a start, and Colt glances at Zavien. ”Careful,” she reminds him, stepping forward with her horse until she’s closer, still not dismounting, not yet.
”Let us help you where you’re going, and forget the fruit. We want information.” She twists a bit in her saddle, offering a hand to take Zavien’s horse so he can heal. She wants to be in a position to take quick action if need be while he presses in on the group.
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.
