Raining on me so damn long, but that's relief to a man who calls a desert home
Maybe it’s because Colt has been here before, but this place always has an undercurrent of unease. She doesn’t ignore it, but part of her feels in a constant state of alert the moment she steps foot anywhere in Hak Etme. The land isn’t exactly telling them to get out, but equally it isn’t telling them to put their feet up. Just the other day she’d dumped five scorpions out of her boot in the morning.
Nodding as everyone secures their wraps on, Colt’s smile coasts freely to each of them before she covers it up behind fabric and charcoal. Colt is happy to see so many willing and capable people answering the call. Whether her’s, or their own and she’s just helping them hear it better, she doesn’t mind.
”Good idea,” she says swiftly of Zavien’s plan, listening as Zavien continues to explain. "Jesse, why don't you stay here with the supplies, and just in case we need someone who will be toxin free if things really go sideways," she advises, holding the woman's gaze for a moment. It's not that she doesn't think Jesse can do the work, but that there is strategy to not everyone diving into the toxic jungle at once.
”Shout if you need anything!” she says to both Liam and Zavien. ”Or find something good for the town!” Glancing at each, she nods curtly to show she's ready, and steps forward in-between the two, mindful that they're spaced out enough before she swings her machete up. While she has routinely cleared brush as part of ranch maintenance, it’s usually low and dried. This living, wet, thick jungle proves more resistant, and it isn’t long before Colt is having to alter her slashes, grunting with effort. She might have underestimated this task. "So, Liam," she pants, using the need to talk as a way to take a break here and there. "Have you had a chance to review the ship port plans yet?" That'd be next on her to-do list.
Colt chops with her machete and says damn this is hard work
Nodding as everyone secures their wraps on, Colt’s smile coasts freely to each of them before she covers it up behind fabric and charcoal. Colt is happy to see so many willing and capable people answering the call. Whether her’s, or their own and she’s just helping them hear it better, she doesn’t mind.
”Good idea,” she says swiftly of Zavien’s plan, listening as Zavien continues to explain. "Jesse, why don't you stay here with the supplies, and just in case we need someone who will be toxin free if things really go sideways," she advises, holding the woman's gaze for a moment. It's not that she doesn't think Jesse can do the work, but that there is strategy to not everyone diving into the toxic jungle at once.
”Shout if you need anything!” she says to both Liam and Zavien. ”Or find something good for the town!” Glancing at each, she nods curtly to show she's ready, and steps forward in-between the two, mindful that they're spaced out enough before she swings her machete up. While she has routinely cleared brush as part of ranch maintenance, it’s usually low and dried. This living, wet, thick jungle proves more resistant, and it isn’t long before Colt is having to alter her slashes, grunting with effort. She might have underestimated this task. "So, Liam," she pants, using the need to talk as a way to take a break here and there. "Have you had a chance to review the ship port plans yet?" That'd be next on her to-do list.
Colt chops with her machete and says damn this is hard work
Colt
Still gripping the shovel that got me here, fear if I let go I might disappear
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.
