COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
”Is that your desert island food?” Colt wonders with an arched brow, grin slipping up her face easy. She looks pointedly towards Soh, as if asking her to also weigh in. ”Mine would be ribs. Ideally with some corn and mashed potatoes, maybe a light salad… actually maybe just all of it sounds good right now.” Jerky and fruit and nuts is beginning to grow old.
Leaving the tease of better foods to ghost across her tongue, it’s soon enough replaced with the tang of salt as they sweat into the night building out the frame. They push through into the next day to finish it, daylight proving easier to properly hammer the wood rather than thumbs, and Colt considers swapping their schedule to days for the sake of visibility. It’d be hotter, but the hardest portion of labor has been done now that the digging is complete.
Colt hammers while someone else aligns the beams. She talks, muffled around the grip her lip has on several nails, gesturing for placement. Soh and Hotaru are doing much ther same, occasionally swinging their own boards or such around. As the frame finishes, Colt tells them the schedules are swapping, so to take an extended rest and meet back next morning, but to try and not sleep until nighttime now to fix their sleep schedules. When night hits, Colt doesn’t sleep so much as pass out.
With the frame completed, now they have to flesh it out with the base. ”Excellent work everyone! I just got word the frame is approved, so today we focus on the base.” They continue with their lumber, hammer, and nails, but now there’s sheets of bone cut away from larger skeletons, set to layer with the wood for strength, design, and to maintain something that flexes and bears the desert climate best. Lightweight but strong metals help adhere everything with brackets and corner edges, all of it piecing together according to design and effort.
Good job with the frame! Now we make the base with wood, bone, metal, hammer and nail.
Leaving the tease of better foods to ghost across her tongue, it’s soon enough replaced with the tang of salt as they sweat into the night building out the frame. They push through into the next day to finish it, daylight proving easier to properly hammer the wood rather than thumbs, and Colt considers swapping their schedule to days for the sake of visibility. It’d be hotter, but the hardest portion of labor has been done now that the digging is complete.
Colt hammers while someone else aligns the beams. She talks, muffled around the grip her lip has on several nails, gesturing for placement. Soh and Hotaru are doing much ther same, occasionally swinging their own boards or such around. As the frame finishes, Colt tells them the schedules are swapping, so to take an extended rest and meet back next morning, but to try and not sleep until nighttime now to fix their sleep schedules. When night hits, Colt doesn’t sleep so much as pass out.
With the frame completed, now they have to flesh it out with the base. ”Excellent work everyone! I just got word the frame is approved, so today we focus on the base.” They continue with their lumber, hammer, and nails, but now there’s sheets of bone cut away from larger skeletons, set to layer with the wood for strength, design, and to maintain something that flexes and bears the desert climate best. Lightweight but strong metals help adhere everything with brackets and corner edges, all of it piecing together according to design and effort.
Good job with the frame! Now we make the base with wood, bone, metal, hammer and nail.
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.
