COLT
We can love just like rain
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
"No," she agrees swiftly. "Nor should it be." If he really wanted to do something she wouldn't mind, he'd fill it with the vitality the land so deserved. Her home had always been full of motion and noise, alive in a way that she trusts Sunjata understands well. The worst thing to do would be to honor it with stone and metal and memory. The flowers would suit it, and hearing it said, maybe she'd be brave enough to walk past it tomorrow when she leaves. "It's too fine a bit of land to waste on that. Close as it is to here, it would be better to build off the traffic here and expand business ventures and tourism potentials." Could be there's a preference to keeping the House tucked away in some sense of seclusion amid the hills, but (and she is quite biased about her favorite part of this region) it seems to her there'd be plenty of room to make something more without trampling the sense of privacy here, and this is a beautiful enough section to do it in.
Content to leave the dreaming and the doing of this area to its Archon, Colt offers up her list of adventures for Thorn's approval. "Based on the size of its teeth, definitely not a good way to go," she agrees, baring her own as if imagining the fangs just now. "Also had to deal with some preying orchids in Suvahasi, but they weren't so bad. Popped out unexpectedly when we were clearing space for a camp there. I think that's where we're gonna build the town. With a bit more work, anyway." It's a rush, retelling it all like this, near breathless in the need to lay it all out. It's a new problem to have, so much strangeness filling her days that every moment feels noteworthy, no monotony to be had. She had never minded routine and habit, and this is almost a beg for a sanity check.
"Yeah," she nods, "Remi told me when he made my enchanted saddle. They used the garden here, you know. Now they have identical twins." She does not reveal that Remi told her about the garden when making her wig for her. That is a secret she'd take to the grave with her, although if anyone would have hope of learning the truth, beyond Remi, it'd be Thorn (quite certain she snuck it past Sunjata that first night before she got a proper wig).
She exhales into a stretch, he toes pointing down and her body faintly straining into it briefly. When she comes out of it she lifts her hand up from beneath the pillow, wrist bending as her fingers brush idly at the hair against his forehead, still drying. "How've you been? Any news with the bartender?" Her lips hold the wavering line of amusement as she stokes the embers within him with that remark.
Content to leave the dreaming and the doing of this area to its Archon, Colt offers up her list of adventures for Thorn's approval. "Based on the size of its teeth, definitely not a good way to go," she agrees, baring her own as if imagining the fangs just now. "Also had to deal with some preying orchids in Suvahasi, but they weren't so bad. Popped out unexpectedly when we were clearing space for a camp there. I think that's where we're gonna build the town. With a bit more work, anyway." It's a rush, retelling it all like this, near breathless in the need to lay it all out. It's a new problem to have, so much strangeness filling her days that every moment feels noteworthy, no monotony to be had. She had never minded routine and habit, and this is almost a beg for a sanity check.
"Yeah," she nods, "Remi told me when he made my enchanted saddle. They used the garden here, you know. Now they have identical twins." She does not reveal that Remi told her about the garden when making her wig for her. That is a secret she'd take to the grave with her, although if anyone would have hope of learning the truth, beyond Remi, it'd be Thorn (quite certain she snuck it past Sunjata that first night before she got a proper wig).
She exhales into a stretch, he toes pointing down and her body faintly straining into it briefly. When she comes out of it she lifts her hand up from beneath the pillow, wrist bending as her fingers brush idly at the hair against his forehead, still drying. "How've you been? Any news with the bartender?" Her lips hold the wavering line of amusement as she stokes the embers within him with that remark.
Nothing makes sense when you're gone, I need you around
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
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.
