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
Back on her feet, Colt smooths her shirt out, knocking one boot against the other out of habit, though no fresh dust or dirt clods are clinging to 'em. Jack's newest explanation is one she takes in equal stride as the rest, and though she'd prefer as few delays as possible, she knows there's no arguing with weather. Deepfrost is set to be the nicest season in Hak Etme, but that'd be on the land, and she trusts he knows the seas quite well. "Alright, I'll be mailing something to you end of Deepfrost then," she concludes.
Her features wring out a bit more humor at his departing remark, but she stops him with a quick, "wait. One more thing." She reaches up to her hat, tugging one of the pale feathers free, long and sleek. Just seeing it again inspires a bit of that wind-wild day, and everything that'd been taut and tangled in her loosens just a fraction as a glimmer of that happy day resurfaces. First one she's had in a while. She spins the feather a bit in her fingers, smile softening despite herself, before she drops it into a sigh and extends the feather out to Jack. "Give this to Vesper, next you see him, won't you?" She knows how important a thank you is to him, and this is as close as she can get, not knowing where to send his mail. She might be able to figure it out, but she's not really interested in picking that line up again and seeing what tugging on it will do.
As it is, she probably never should have put her hands on this feather, much less tucked the twin of 'em in her hat, but it's a little too late for shoulds. She tries to let the moment stand alone without his shadow though, and this gesture is already casting a longer one than she likes. Hell, she could have it all wrong and this never came from him, and it won't mean shit to him to receive it. She doesn't think she's that far off the mark, given how few people she's told that particular secret to, and she isn't sure which she prefers, having it wrong or having it right. "You'll see him well before I do," she reasons, which is to say, at all.
Her features wring out a bit more humor at his departing remark, but she stops him with a quick, "wait. One more thing." She reaches up to her hat, tugging one of the pale feathers free, long and sleek. Just seeing it again inspires a bit of that wind-wild day, and everything that'd been taut and tangled in her loosens just a fraction as a glimmer of that happy day resurfaces. First one she's had in a while. She spins the feather a bit in her fingers, smile softening despite herself, before she drops it into a sigh and extends the feather out to Jack. "Give this to Vesper, next you see him, won't you?" She knows how important a thank you is to him, and this is as close as she can get, not knowing where to send his mail. She might be able to figure it out, but she's not really interested in picking that line up again and seeing what tugging on it will do.
As it is, she probably never should have put her hands on this feather, much less tucked the twin of 'em in her hat, but it's a little too late for shoulds. She tries to let the moment stand alone without his shadow though, and this gesture is already casting a longer one than she likes. Hell, she could have it all wrong and this never came from him, and it won't mean shit to him to receive it. She doesn't think she's that far off the mark, given how few people she's told that particular secret to, and she isn't sure which she prefers, having it wrong or having it right. "You'll see him well before I do," she reasons, which is to say, at all.
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.
