COLT
Well life's got a lot of sticks and stones
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
Taking the towel, a glance offered briefly to the amusing and whimsical pattern that is both somehow entirely suitable for Melita and bizarre for the fierce demigod to have, Colt gives it no other thought and begins to mop herself up. She does her best to wring out portions of her clothing, including squeezing each breast, water dribbling out like she's smuggling sponges inside her shirt, she uses the Ludo towel to wipe of her skin and then presses it between the cooling wet of her thighs. A sigh of relief and a more relaxed stance takes her, although the salt will still dry into her fabric and streak against her skin unless she showers in fresh water. That's the least of her worries for now, and a towel suits her just fine for the interim.
Having brooded over this for a night or two now, Colt sizes up Mel with another glance tossed up from beneath her lashes. Caution wars with the desire for validation, as if having another voice enter the ring where her own have been circling might finally end the issue once a for all and she can move on with her life properly. Straightening up a touch, shoulders squaring back, Colt picks her words carefully. "I offered her a position on my Hak Etme region council. I've begun work to tame that land into somewhere livable, and plan to build a town. I thought that Sohalia, like other Breakers, hadn't settled anywhere else entirely by choice but by necessity, and might be interested in a different option. Soh, in particular, had value as a cartographer and someone with leadership experience." Colt squints, still struggling to find the hole that she appears to have twisted her ankle in with all of this. It all sounds entirely reasonable to her.
"Soh told me she'd think about it, but came to offer assistance in the meantime. I expected it might require some thought, preferred it actually, it's a big change, and not entirely a desirable one all regions considered." She's reflected back to on when it might have been that Soh began lying to her. That first remark, a refusal buried in politeness that had gone over Colt's head? Guilt driving her to build the skyport, rather than a sense of purpose and ownership? With all her trust removed, looking back on all of it feels suspicious now. "Then she told Flora, evidently, that I was poaching her." That word still rankles Colt, something inherently foul to it, as if Colt were purposefully thieving and baiting people to abandon their good life and fall prey to her schemes.
Having brooded over this for a night or two now, Colt sizes up Mel with another glance tossed up from beneath her lashes. Caution wars with the desire for validation, as if having another voice enter the ring where her own have been circling might finally end the issue once a for all and she can move on with her life properly. Straightening up a touch, shoulders squaring back, Colt picks her words carefully. "I offered her a position on my Hak Etme region council. I've begun work to tame that land into somewhere livable, and plan to build a town. I thought that Sohalia, like other Breakers, hadn't settled anywhere else entirely by choice but by necessity, and might be interested in a different option. Soh, in particular, had value as a cartographer and someone with leadership experience." Colt squints, still struggling to find the hole that she appears to have twisted her ankle in with all of this. It all sounds entirely reasonable to her.
"Soh told me she'd think about it, but came to offer assistance in the meantime. I expected it might require some thought, preferred it actually, it's a big change, and not entirely a desirable one all regions considered." She's reflected back to on when it might have been that Soh began lying to her. That first remark, a refusal buried in politeness that had gone over Colt's head? Guilt driving her to build the skyport, rather than a sense of purpose and ownership? With all her trust removed, looking back on all of it feels suspicious now. "Then she told Flora, evidently, that I was poaching her." That word still rankles Colt, something inherently foul to it, as if Colt were purposefully thieving and baiting people to abandon their good life and fall prey to her schemes.
So, if you got a fire, don't lose it
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
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.
