COLT
Not sure where to go from here
I'm stuck in the middle of freedom and fear
Driving fast with no headlights
Praying everything's gonna be alright
I'm stuck in the middle of freedom and fear
Driving fast with no headlights
Praying everything's gonna be alright
She nods and smiles in return to the others gathered about the Warden, propping her elbow against the table with an ease for spilling into conversation and taking up spaces, even unannounced or unwelcome. In fact, Colt's smile seems the brighter for it as some are required to adjust to make space for her, which she warmly praises them for. "Thank you kindly."
Her grin widens at Deimos' remark, the ends pinching into her cheeks as a chuckle answers softly. "Fortunately I haven't, but don't count yourself off the hook yet, there's still time for the one I tied out front to get loose." Her eyes gleam with the potential, amusement written into the shine. "I'm not out of your hair yet though," she reassures, as she leans back against the booth with a fluid motion of limb and breath, her arm now sweeping over the table, ending in a drum of fingers as she considers.
"I'm rather hoping I could commission you for a few items to help out with my desert venture." She tips her head, an inclination to his mastery over creation and his experience with extreme temperatures, making him a perfect choice for the task. "It'd been one thing, traveling through the desert, knowing it's brief. Something else to survive there." Not that it means she's backing away from the challenge, but it requires more consideration of how to deal with it, and tools previously enough are now insubstantial. "While I plan to eventually have Frey help us shape the land's toxicity and heat, while we work with it in the meantime, though perhaps you could design a hat that provides a cooling effect?" The last thing she needs is workers passing out with heat exhaustion. "I'd compensate you, of course."
Her grin widens at Deimos' remark, the ends pinching into her cheeks as a chuckle answers softly. "Fortunately I haven't, but don't count yourself off the hook yet, there's still time for the one I tied out front to get loose." Her eyes gleam with the potential, amusement written into the shine. "I'm not out of your hair yet though," she reassures, as she leans back against the booth with a fluid motion of limb and breath, her arm now sweeping over the table, ending in a drum of fingers as she considers.
"I'm rather hoping I could commission you for a few items to help out with my desert venture." She tips her head, an inclination to his mastery over creation and his experience with extreme temperatures, making him a perfect choice for the task. "It'd been one thing, traveling through the desert, knowing it's brief. Something else to survive there." Not that it means she's backing away from the challenge, but it requires more consideration of how to deal with it, and tools previously enough are now insubstantial. "While I plan to eventually have Frey help us shape the land's toxicity and heat, while we work with it in the meantime, though perhaps you could design a hat that provides a cooling effect?" The last thing she needs is workers passing out with heat exhaustion. "I'd compensate you, of course."
These conversations with my head and my heart
Never really ever get me too far
Never really ever get me too far
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.
