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
A harsh land tends to yield harsh people. Life doesn't offer handouts in an ordinary situation, but especially not when there's danger at most every turn for the areas already more brittle and cruel than most. The people are slow to warm up, but their need is apparent, and the proof is already before them.
Chani considers, gaze flicking sharply as Colt begins to touch their things, but when no blades end up drawn or quick movements start, it seems perhaps there's truth here. More than that, mutual benefit, which is a far easier thing to trust than outright goodwill. Trade is something these people understand. Okay, Chani relents, and with a nod her fellows begin to also reach for baskets and packs and starts to load them onto Zavien and Colt's horses. One camel can handle more, but between the two mounts, nothing will get left behind.
"Good job," Colt leans in and whispers to Zavien as she helps shift the goods across her horse, ensuring nothing is too askew or loose that might lose the item or cause a problem for her steed. It still has to carry her, after all. She glances over at Zavien's mount to, giving it a cursory once over to ensure he won't be going for any surprise bronc rides. "Are there safe passages, in the areas of Hak Etme, that you can share with us? We're looking for where to settle and set up, and how to move in the meantime between them."
Chani considers, gaze flicking sharply as Colt begins to touch their things, but when no blades end up drawn or quick movements start, it seems perhaps there's truth here. More than that, mutual benefit, which is a far easier thing to trust than outright goodwill. Trade is something these people understand. Okay, Chani relents, and with a nod her fellows begin to also reach for baskets and packs and starts to load them onto Zavien and Colt's horses. One camel can handle more, but between the two mounts, nothing will get left behind.
"Good job," Colt leans in and whispers to Zavien as she helps shift the goods across her horse, ensuring nothing is too askew or loose that might lose the item or cause a problem for her steed. It still has to carry her, after all. She glances over at Zavien's mount to, giving it a cursory once over to ensure he won't be going for any surprise bronc rides. "Are there safe passages, in the areas of Hak Etme, that you can share with us? We're looking for where to settle and set up, and how to move in the meantime between them."
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.
