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
Would she implies that Colt is any willing at all either, and to that it feels like a resounding no. Though, the realization that she has jumped the gun here and made a call while only getting half the picture does sit uneasy in her gut. Still, sense tells her that she can't trust a damn thing Soh has to say anyway, and she's near certain she knows exactly what apologies and explanations the Luminary would conjure up. So, Colt shrugs, the movement large with the exaggeration of her distasteful feelings towards the thought. "Doubt it. I sent her a letter telling her in no uncertain terms I don't tolerate two-faced liars." Which, is true. "Can't start off the council of a new region with someone I don't trust, or someone who invites problems into my lap. I have plenty of those with my own reach." Council members are supposed to make her life easier, or that had been her undertsanding.
Colt tilts her head the other way, wishing she had a more sure answer for the quandries Mel poses. The issue with turning her nose up on the opportunity to hear Soh out. "My guess is, she either didn't want to tell Flora the truth—that she's considering leavin', I'm guessin' 'cause Flora wouldn't take to it kindly—or she didn't want to tell me the truth, which is that she has no interest in the desert. Could be I took her by surprise and she felt it impolite to refuse right away, or mayhaps doing the but o' work she did with me really showed her how little she agrees with the desert. Even if so... I can't understand why she wouldn't just tell me that rather than sick Flora on me." Cowardice could be a reason why, but as Colt said, she just can't understand it.
Here Colt sighs aggressively, the force of breath a sharpness drawn on herself more than anyone else. One hand lifts to worry at the wighair, shaking it out from around her shoulder as her fingers wiggle through it. "Told her I can't really be poaching someone when I'm not offering them anything better than what they already got. She was annoyed I hadn't talked to her about it all, like it was underhanded or secret, but I told her Soh can make her own choices and if Flora's needing to give permission as to who can leave her side she'd find not everyone would remain there." Colt's lips tug down a bit, the echo of the sharp words repeating in her mind. She'd perhaps been too curt, all things considered, and should have heeded Mateo's warning better. By then her fuse had been lit. "Told her that Hotaru's been thinking of coming too, and I didn't offer her any rank. Just proof that people make up their own minds, and might be tempted to see what's rising up in the desert, whether she likes it or not."
Colt tilts her head the other way, wishing she had a more sure answer for the quandries Mel poses. The issue with turning her nose up on the opportunity to hear Soh out. "My guess is, she either didn't want to tell Flora the truth—that she's considering leavin', I'm guessin' 'cause Flora wouldn't take to it kindly—or she didn't want to tell me the truth, which is that she has no interest in the desert. Could be I took her by surprise and she felt it impolite to refuse right away, or mayhaps doing the but o' work she did with me really showed her how little she agrees with the desert. Even if so... I can't understand why she wouldn't just tell me that rather than sick Flora on me." Cowardice could be a reason why, but as Colt said, she just can't understand it.
Here Colt sighs aggressively, the force of breath a sharpness drawn on herself more than anyone else. One hand lifts to worry at the wighair, shaking it out from around her shoulder as her fingers wiggle through it. "Told her I can't really be poaching someone when I'm not offering them anything better than what they already got. She was annoyed I hadn't talked to her about it all, like it was underhanded or secret, but I told her Soh can make her own choices and if Flora's needing to give permission as to who can leave her side she'd find not everyone would remain there." Colt's lips tug down a bit, the echo of the sharp words repeating in her mind. She'd perhaps been too curt, all things considered, and should have heeded Mateo's warning better. By then her fuse had been lit. "Told her that Hotaru's been thinking of coming too, and I didn't offer her any rank. Just proof that people make up their own minds, and might be tempted to see what's rising up in the desert, whether she likes it or not."
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.
