COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
Despite the lack of sun as they work into the night, sweat comes readily for the labor they do on the ground. Tools and hands yank up all manner of desert flora, and the few buried logs, rocks, and bones that they unearth are summarily booted out of their foundation ring. As they finish up the first day, Colt leans on a tool and regards the pile of decrepit treasure. Her gaze slides to Hotaru at the suggestion, lips tightening just barely as her nemesis is brought into this new attempt at sanctuary. Tension builds marginally, and then Colt exhales it as she pivots her focus back to the waste. ”Fire is most effective at removing things,” she agrees, turning away to call over a few of the Abandoned with that skill. They’ll torch it, and those keeping watch will ensure it doesn’t send an ember to the wind and ignite any tents.
The next afternoon is when Colt rouses from sleep and a quick bath, dressed again to combat the heat in loose and breathable clothing, shades, and a hat. Grabbing food and drink from the main tent, she sets back out to the site, where everyone steadily gathers. Stretching away some of that bending resistance from yesterday, Colt regards the work over a bite of trailmix. ”Let’s finish clearing the debris. Looks like some Tangleweeds blew in while we slept, so definitely need those gone, then we’ll start digging for the first anchor.”
Leaving the Tumbleweeds to those more capable with magic around her, Colt focuses on finishing the clearing of blemishes on what needs to be open and flat, until she’s satisfied and another pile is ready to be burned. Then, reaching for a shovel, she begins the grueling work of digging out sand, focusing on a marker that designates a tunnel. ”Pace yourselves, this is where we have to do our best to work with the land more than against it.”
Wakey wakey! Finish clearing debris and burn it, then begin to dig.
The next afternoon is when Colt rouses from sleep and a quick bath, dressed again to combat the heat in loose and breathable clothing, shades, and a hat. Grabbing food and drink from the main tent, she sets back out to the site, where everyone steadily gathers. Stretching away some of that bending resistance from yesterday, Colt regards the work over a bite of trailmix. ”Let’s finish clearing the debris. Looks like some Tangleweeds blew in while we slept, so definitely need those gone, then we’ll start digging for the first anchor.”
Leaving the Tumbleweeds to those more capable with magic around her, Colt focuses on finishing the clearing of blemishes on what needs to be open and flat, until she’s satisfied and another pile is ready to be burned. Then, reaching for a shovel, she begins the grueling work of digging out sand, focusing on a marker that designates a tunnel. ”Pace yourselves, this is where we have to do our best to work with the land more than against it.”
Wakey wakey! Finish clearing debris and burn it, then begin to dig.
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.
