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
She lets his wisdom sink in with the quiet of someone who aims to listen, nodding in acceptance of it. Not all advice is good, least of all when it comes freely, but she doesn’t take Deimos as the sort to lead her astray. Not her. Maybe she overestimates their relationship, certainly wouldn’t be the first time Colt thought she was worth more to someone, but she feels like he’s shown it time and again when dangerous beasts have been about. Plenty of chances for him to let her be consumed. That, and she knows some of what he says to be true from firsthand experience running the ranch. The size will be drastically different, but the core is the same, so it remains to be seen if she can scale up with it. ”Lucky for me I got a naturally long stride,” one cheek pops with a bit of a smile.
His understanding comes as expected, and rimmed with another warning. She leans in closer to the table, humming her agreement. ”People are certainly the trickier part,” she concurs, knowing well from her time in King’s End how some could idle by while the land lay in need, asking for help. ”I can only hope everyone will rise to the mutual benefit of comfort.” Something tells her that likely won’t be the case, certain Deimos has dealt with similar.
As he slips into his artistic side and begins to shape the item out of nothing more than thought and will, she can’t help but lean even further in. Her breath slows as she watches, ever fascinated by the ability to make, especially in this case where he doesn’t have it as a tangible. The glow and the twist of hand and element ends in a perfectly created hat, one which Colt reverently takes and slowly turns in her hand. ”It’s incredible what you can do,” she murmurs, gaze lifting back to him as she swaps the two hats. The fit is perfect, though the cooling effect remains to be seen, Halo the last good place to test it. ”Thank you,” she sighs. ”This might just be a life saver.”
His understanding comes as expected, and rimmed with another warning. She leans in closer to the table, humming her agreement. ”People are certainly the trickier part,” she concurs, knowing well from her time in King’s End how some could idle by while the land lay in need, asking for help. ”I can only hope everyone will rise to the mutual benefit of comfort.” Something tells her that likely won’t be the case, certain Deimos has dealt with similar.
As he slips into his artistic side and begins to shape the item out of nothing more than thought and will, she can’t help but lean even further in. Her breath slows as she watches, ever fascinated by the ability to make, especially in this case where he doesn’t have it as a tangible. The glow and the twist of hand and element ends in a perfectly created hat, one which Colt reverently takes and slowly turns in her hand. ”It’s incredible what you can do,” she murmurs, gaze lifting back to him as she swaps the two hats. The fit is perfect, though the cooling effect remains to be seen, Halo the last good place to test it. ”Thank you,” she sighs. ”This might just be a life saver.”
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.
