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
As they settle into business talk, the others disperse, either finished or leaving them be to settle matters in peace. Colt’s gaze slides over their departing forms, fingers drumming out her thoughts against the surface of the table. ”Hope I didn’t intrude,” she murmurs, aware she’d done just that, but not thinking it’d curtail the setting. ”I don’t expect to be long,” she reassures. She is here for a reason other than adding work to his plate, although she’ll be staying the night and has enough time to linger here to eat and plan.
Although it’s an ordinary thing, magic, she’s so without it herself that surprise always finds her when the most mundane things are improved. The glow of his parchment and charcoal appearing out of thin air widens her eyes, mouth parting into a wider smile. ”Oh, how thoughtful,” she says as she readily takes what he offers. ”I was thinking something with a wide brim to help naturally deflect the heat and cast shade,” she says as she sketches, walking him through the thoughts she’d already thumbed over on the way here.
”Something breathable, and that can hold up to sweat.” She’s no artist, but her crude design finishes with a flourish of dark marking, and she slides it back towards him, charcoal rolling against the page as she sets it down. The drawing rather looks like the cowboy hat she’s already got on, although the brim is wider and flatter in her sketch. ”Do you want something other than coin?” she asks, a touched surprised that he’s suggesting a type. She’d already offered a favor to Thal, something that feels like it might come back to bite her in the ass, and admittedly, she’d like to keep hold of all the money she’s got left where and when she can.
The more she considers it, the more it makes sense he might not find himself in such a need as she right now for a purse, his life stable and his role high up enough to be earning nice income. ”What do you need?”
Although it’s an ordinary thing, magic, she’s so without it herself that surprise always finds her when the most mundane things are improved. The glow of his parchment and charcoal appearing out of thin air widens her eyes, mouth parting into a wider smile. ”Oh, how thoughtful,” she says as she readily takes what he offers. ”I was thinking something with a wide brim to help naturally deflect the heat and cast shade,” she says as she sketches, walking him through the thoughts she’d already thumbed over on the way here.
”Something breathable, and that can hold up to sweat.” She’s no artist, but her crude design finishes with a flourish of dark marking, and she slides it back towards him, charcoal rolling against the page as she sets it down. The drawing rather looks like the cowboy hat she’s already got on, although the brim is wider and flatter in her sketch. ”Do you want something other than coin?” she asks, a touched surprised that he’s suggesting a type. She’d already offered a favor to Thal, something that feels like it might come back to bite her in the ass, and admittedly, she’d like to keep hold of all the money she’s got left where and when she can.
The more she considers it, the more it makes sense he might not find himself in such a need as she right now for a purse, his life stable and his role high up enough to be earning nice income. ”What do you need?”
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.
