COLT
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
The festival of lights has begun to wind down around her, the event naturally petering out after the lantern is selected by Ludo. Colt waits on the outskirts, having departed the heart of it all to settle on the route back to the skyship. It's just dark enough to obscure her from most who don't bother to notice, though by no means is she as adept as those of the grey road at getting lost. The picture of casual patience, she's leaned up against a tree, the rough press of the bark between her shoulders propping up her deep lean. Her hands are hanging loose in the rim of her front pockets, dangling just by the thumbs, elbows angled out easy from her sides.
She waits like this, grazing over the people passing through with a mild eye, until one particular couple starts to head past. They come later than most, as she expects, given it'd been one of them who's lantern won. Harper surely had others to see besides Soh, or people interested enough to speak to the soul, but Soh's request would've been the first one answered to be sure. How long they'd linger would depend on the connection between the living woman and the dead man, to which Colt had no guess to even give.
It's enough to make her reconsider staying here at all, and she almost leaves on two separate occasions. With all the ways King's End honors their dead, Colt doesn't take it lightly to intrude. Still, she'd rather be out with this now, the travel time between regions nothing to laugh at, least of all for her disagreement with most skyship bouts.
"Zavien," she calls as she steps forward, just enough to kick off the tree and draw attention with motion. There's little threat to her posture, aside from maybe the peculiar quality of having clearly been waiting, but unless they fear her voice, there's little else she's brandishing for the moment. "Sohalia," she says with a more clipped tone, though her gaze remains set on him, because he's the one she's focused on addressing for now. "Have a moment to talk plans?" She keeps it light, as if there's nothing potentially wedged between him, keen to let him be the first to reveal the fracture she's betting he'll willingly make.
She waits like this, grazing over the people passing through with a mild eye, until one particular couple starts to head past. They come later than most, as she expects, given it'd been one of them who's lantern won. Harper surely had others to see besides Soh, or people interested enough to speak to the soul, but Soh's request would've been the first one answered to be sure. How long they'd linger would depend on the connection between the living woman and the dead man, to which Colt had no guess to even give.
It's enough to make her reconsider staying here at all, and she almost leaves on two separate occasions. With all the ways King's End honors their dead, Colt doesn't take it lightly to intrude. Still, she'd rather be out with this now, the travel time between regions nothing to laugh at, least of all for her disagreement with most skyship bouts.
"Zavien," she calls as she steps forward, just enough to kick off the tree and draw attention with motion. There's little threat to her posture, aside from maybe the peculiar quality of having clearly been waiting, but unless they fear her voice, there's little else she's brandishing for the moment. "Sohalia," she says with a more clipped tone, though her gaze remains set on him, because he's the one she's focused on addressing for now. "Have a moment to talk plans?" She keeps it light, as if there's nothing potentially wedged between him, keen to let him be the first to reveal the fracture she's betting he'll willingly make.
No smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
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.
