Colt
The devil's always on my heels, but I keep him on his toes
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs
She might've made the argument that Tanau kind of did, ask her to leave, that is. It'd be in a roundabout way, one which feels adjacent to reading futures in tea leaves. That's not really her style to believe in signs, whatever little superstitions she might follow here and there, so she doesn't speak to it. All it'd do is shift the blame, and she knows that sits squarely on her shoulders. There's no deeper meaning to her loss. It's an aspect of this region's annual fires, a harder year than most with an overzealous deity, and a belief that she didn't need to prepare more than she already had.
"When you got nothin', not much reason to stay. Nothing to lose then, so might as well try for something new." A shoulder shrugs away all the deeper thoughts than those that she'd poured into the decision, and maybe there's a little bit of running involved, and whether it's to something or from something doesn't much change the fact her feet are moving. "Won't be here long," she says simply, squinting down the familiar lane of market ships and people. "Just restocking some things."
It doesn't surprise her that he's no stranger to the plant, and she nods at his take on it. She'd had her first true run-in not so long ago, harvesting that very batch. "That's right," she confirms, tipping her head just so to catch him around the shield of her hat brim, the greying morning lightening more and more. "Not much trade connected with Hak Etme, yet." One of the first things she's been chipping away at, for a lot of reasons, but it'd keep her from sailing all over fucking Caido and getting green around the gills for it. "Skyport's almost done. Improved sailing port's next, so that'll open up new lines." She takes another drag from her cigarette, the end glowing bright for a moment before she pulls it away sharply as the sky suddenly peals out that horrible sound of shrieking that's been going on all season. She frowns up at it, trying to gauge if they're about to get dumped on, but as the forked glow fades away and the anguished cries die out, she's content enough with how distant it sounds. Glancing back up to Jack from the offending sky, she continues. "That won't mean shit unless there's something worth trading, and dream cacti ain't exactly what most people want to establish flowing into their regions, however much the people might want it."
"When you got nothin', not much reason to stay. Nothing to lose then, so might as well try for something new." A shoulder shrugs away all the deeper thoughts than those that she'd poured into the decision, and maybe there's a little bit of running involved, and whether it's to something or from something doesn't much change the fact her feet are moving. "Won't be here long," she says simply, squinting down the familiar lane of market ships and people. "Just restocking some things."
It doesn't surprise her that he's no stranger to the plant, and she nods at his take on it. She'd had her first true run-in not so long ago, harvesting that very batch. "That's right," she confirms, tipping her head just so to catch him around the shield of her hat brim, the greying morning lightening more and more. "Not much trade connected with Hak Etme, yet." One of the first things she's been chipping away at, for a lot of reasons, but it'd keep her from sailing all over fucking Caido and getting green around the gills for it. "Skyport's almost done. Improved sailing port's next, so that'll open up new lines." She takes another drag from her cigarette, the end glowing bright for a moment before she pulls it away sharply as the sky suddenly peals out that horrible sound of shrieking that's been going on all season. She frowns up at it, trying to gauge if they're about to get dumped on, but as the forked glow fades away and the anguished cries die out, she's content enough with how distant it sounds. Glancing back up to Jack from the offending sky, she continues. "That won't mean shit unless there's something worth trading, and dream cacti ain't exactly what most people want to establish flowing into their regions, however much the people might want it."
Ain't no way around it, one day I'm gonna die
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive
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.
