Colt
Love's just one of them words
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
Colt needs no further indication to dig in than the reach of Thal's arm. She mirrors the ancient, pulling the roasted meet out of the heat and closer to her range, letting it cool a moment before digging in. The other bird bodies, uncooked, stay by her side, ready for some trade with the locals tomorrow when they set out from this camp and back to the desert. They'll want the fresh food, and the feathers are worth something to them as well. All she'll ask for in return is more of their goodwill. Less of a barter, more of a gift, exchanging appreciation of their tips and tricks thus far for her successes.
"Oh, that sounds miserable," Colt says with a wrinkled nose at the idea of her body sinking into the ocean depths. "Cold and bloating amid the water? Picked apart by crabs until I turn into silt?" She shudders at the thought. "I'd rather turn to ash, or let the meadows take me back and feed me into grass." Something full circle about that, to her, given how much she's depended on those very hills.
Though her expression wavers from slightly horrified to marginally smug. "Why, you worried about ghosts coming to get you when the bodies are just buried?" Having grown up with so many graves, Colt doesn't spook quite so easily from the echoes of death. "Maybe that's what the toad's croak really was...all his eaten victims wailing from his belly, trapped for eternity in the space between living and resting with Mort." The idea is terrifying, truly, but she shrugs it away and reaches to tear off a grouse leg.
"Besides, at least with graves you know where you might get haunted. With the sea?" She shakes her head. "You'll just sail along, unknowing there's a dead soul beneath you about to board your ship and scare you."
"Oh, that sounds miserable," Colt says with a wrinkled nose at the idea of her body sinking into the ocean depths. "Cold and bloating amid the water? Picked apart by crabs until I turn into silt?" She shudders at the thought. "I'd rather turn to ash, or let the meadows take me back and feed me into grass." Something full circle about that, to her, given how much she's depended on those very hills.
Though her expression wavers from slightly horrified to marginally smug. "Why, you worried about ghosts coming to get you when the bodies are just buried?" Having grown up with so many graves, Colt doesn't spook quite so easily from the echoes of death. "Maybe that's what the toad's croak really was...all his eaten victims wailing from his belly, trapped for eternity in the space between living and resting with Mort." The idea is terrifying, truly, but she shrugs it away and reaches to tear off a grouse leg.
"Besides, at least with graves you know where you might get haunted. With the sea?" She shakes her head. "You'll just sail along, unknowing there's a dead soul beneath you about to board your ship and scare you."
If you were my last shot of whiskey
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
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.
