COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
Hotaru’s points earn another grin, Colt’s eyes flashing to her and holding for a moment, before they break out into their groups. The pair of them, Colt’s more sure than ever, have been good choices for this venture. Certainly a respite from dealing with men, though Zavien has proven capable in his aspects as well, though she’d not so freely say as much.
The surveying of the site takes up the last of the light, and before long, lanterns and torches dot the area in an orange glow that does its best to wrestle back the dark. Amid the bright halos of fire, their placed flags flap and twist, dotting a dream like a child menu’s connect-the-dots. Colt calls them all back together at some point, her own pattern of flags, stomping with a pole, an Abandoned assistance exposing some tunnels with her group. Hotaru and Sohalia manage much the same. Colt’s scribbled down on the paper some notes, so that when they all convene they can compare in one place and save their legs.
Talking through it, they end up merging a bit of everyone’s areas. Soh found the best tunnel network, Hotaru the best stretch of flat, and Colt the best wind-block behind the bone. So with a bit of creative twisting and mapping to stretch over portions of all the pros, and doing their best to dodge as many cons, a new and final design is sketched out. New colors of flags are placed, and the less capable go around to pick up the original ones, avoiding future confusion.
”Alright, we’re making progress,” Colt remarks, pleased even if she’s weary already from all the stooping to place their staked out area, and her hand is smudged with charcoal lines from all the drawing and redrawing. ”Before we lose the last of the night and head in, let’s start clearing what we can from the surface. We’ll make a debris pile outside the flag line.” Exchanging stakes for gloves and hoes, although Hotaru is still here, they can tackle clearing shrubbery and cacti, loose bones and dead roots. Eventually, daylight threatens, and weariness beckons them to rest in their tents for the day.
Survey complete and site chosen! Begin to clear organic debris and then hit the hay
The surveying of the site takes up the last of the light, and before long, lanterns and torches dot the area in an orange glow that does its best to wrestle back the dark. Amid the bright halos of fire, their placed flags flap and twist, dotting a dream like a child menu’s connect-the-dots. Colt calls them all back together at some point, her own pattern of flags, stomping with a pole, an Abandoned assistance exposing some tunnels with her group. Hotaru and Sohalia manage much the same. Colt’s scribbled down on the paper some notes, so that when they all convene they can compare in one place and save their legs.
Talking through it, they end up merging a bit of everyone’s areas. Soh found the best tunnel network, Hotaru the best stretch of flat, and Colt the best wind-block behind the bone. So with a bit of creative twisting and mapping to stretch over portions of all the pros, and doing their best to dodge as many cons, a new and final design is sketched out. New colors of flags are placed, and the less capable go around to pick up the original ones, avoiding future confusion.
”Alright, we’re making progress,” Colt remarks, pleased even if she’s weary already from all the stooping to place their staked out area, and her hand is smudged with charcoal lines from all the drawing and redrawing. ”Before we lose the last of the night and head in, let’s start clearing what we can from the surface. We’ll make a debris pile outside the flag line.” Exchanging stakes for gloves and hoes, although Hotaru is still here, they can tackle clearing shrubbery and cacti, loose bones and dead roots. Eventually, daylight threatens, and weariness beckons them to rest in their tents for the day.
Survey complete and site chosen! Begin to clear organic debris and then hit the hay
They'll never stay home
And they're always alone
And they're always alone
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.
