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
Not sure what she’d been expecting his answer to be, it’s a touch of relief and an easy smile that return it. ”You do always have your ear to the ground.” It’s spoken with an appreciation, like she has only now realized the importance of all the times she’s seen him out and about hunting some nuisance or another. He’s more giving than he lets on, and it seems intentionally so.
She inclines her head in agreement, fingers tapping out the shape of it on the table. ”Absolutely I will.” Not that she’d have kept something valuable from him before, but this now will sit like a reminder of something owed, bringing him to the front of her mind once it happens when she might not normally have considered it. Not a request that she give up something tightly coiled in her clutches, so much as an ask to be included in her survey of it, and that she can readily do.
She glances down as he builds on her work, and the sight of something more personalized being added to it seats her smile deep and grateful. She doesn’t mention it, but the keen eye for detail, the thoughtfulness, it sticks with her. ”That would be ideal, yes,” she agrees, of the extremes. ”We’re heading into the most tolerable season, so it gives us time to build and work towards something that’ll serve everyone. As I’m sure you’ve experienced though, it takes time, and there’s too much land to cover to turn it all friendly before we roast again in a few seasons.” The hat will be a bandaid until then.
She inclines her head in agreement, fingers tapping out the shape of it on the table. ”Absolutely I will.” Not that she’d have kept something valuable from him before, but this now will sit like a reminder of something owed, bringing him to the front of her mind once it happens when she might not normally have considered it. Not a request that she give up something tightly coiled in her clutches, so much as an ask to be included in her survey of it, and that she can readily do.
She glances down as he builds on her work, and the sight of something more personalized being added to it seats her smile deep and grateful. She doesn’t mention it, but the keen eye for detail, the thoughtfulness, it sticks with her. ”That would be ideal, yes,” she agrees, of the extremes. ”We’re heading into the most tolerable season, so it gives us time to build and work towards something that’ll serve everyone. As I’m sure you’ve experienced though, it takes time, and there’s too much land to cover to turn it all friendly before we roast again in a few seasons.” The hat will be a bandaid until then.
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.
