A fresh chill rolls up Colt’s spine at Frey’s arrival. Nothing cruel, just the cool wind of them slipping right past her clothes and reaching under her skin, breezing past all her layers, even the less physical ones, with a disarming ease. Their voice carries that usual language of leaves, patient and sighing all at once. The reminder of a belief Colt holds tightly earns an answering smile, humoring her own struggles and the perspective to step outside them and appreciate what they provide her when all is said and done. ”Too true,” she admits to Frey, gaze rising to the smear of color that is her god’s form. It’s a stunning testament to the beautiful display of change.
The slip of scales and the pull of meat folding into the image of autumn standing before her seems fitting, as if the earth is just retaking what it had loaned some shape to for a time. Death and decay worn not like dark robes, but sunsets blazing a line over the land, rich with the potential for new growth, in time. Colt inhales a deep, steadying breath as Frey moves around her, head tilting faintly into the praise, the way a dog leans into the hand that pets it. Normally, she lets compliments bead up and roll off her, less skin than varnish at this point, but she’s grateful for something that feels kind tonight.
”Thank you,” she says with a newfound steadiness, her own teeth flashing among the gratitude. ”I’ll be mindful that it can pierce thicker hides now,” she murmurs, which is to say anyone too thin won’t stand a chance. Tipping her hat in farewell, Colt steps away, falling into a familiar route to the House to see a friend about a bed for the night.
[FIN]
The slip of scales and the pull of meat folding into the image of autumn standing before her seems fitting, as if the earth is just retaking what it had loaned some shape to for a time. Death and decay worn not like dark robes, but sunsets blazing a line over the land, rich with the potential for new growth, in time. Colt inhales a deep, steadying breath as Frey moves around her, head tilting faintly into the praise, the way a dog leans into the hand that pets it. Normally, she lets compliments bead up and roll off her, less skin than varnish at this point, but she’s grateful for something that feels kind tonight.
”Thank you,” she says with a newfound steadiness, her own teeth flashing among the gratitude. ”I’ll be mindful that it can pierce thicker hides now,” she murmurs, which is to say anyone too thin won’t stand a chance. Tipping her hat in farewell, Colt steps away, falling into a familiar route to the House to see a friend about a bed for the night.
[FIN]
Colt
Hole in your heart with some good aim
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.
