COLT
The corner of her lip pulls taut as she hears the wind up for the spit, but no spray comes, obviously. If it had, she'd have no issue wrenching his ties into something more unbearable than this, but he's punished himself enough by leaving a sheet of his own saliva and mucus to press in on his face with every breath.
It doesn't give her much hope that this band had much foresight paired with their actions when they chose to steal. Which, is the better outcome in her mind. She'd much prefer idiots trying to make a quick bit of coin than something with deeper roots making the task of weeding this out that much harder. "Well, you just think about it, I'll get the answer one way or another." In fact, she's of the mind that they use the dream cacti properties against this lot once they get back to the plot, see if they can't get some truth spilled through all the fear.
Grunting as she finishes tying off her last ward and sees that Thalassa has finished the others, Colt helps the last one shuffle into place on the wagon. They're cramped in the back, spits mcgee in the front with her, as she climbs up with ease into the driver's seat. "Sounds like a plan," Colt agrees easy to Thal's direction, nodding as she takes the reins in hand. With a cluck of her tongue and a shift of her reins, she drives the team back into motion, the initial strain against the sand finally jolting into a forward roll. She turns them back around towards where they'd first come from.
Colt drives the wagon!
It doesn't give her much hope that this band had much foresight paired with their actions when they chose to steal. Which, is the better outcome in her mind. She'd much prefer idiots trying to make a quick bit of coin than something with deeper roots making the task of weeding this out that much harder. "Well, you just think about it, I'll get the answer one way or another." In fact, she's of the mind that they use the dream cacti properties against this lot once they get back to the plot, see if they can't get some truth spilled through all the fear.
Grunting as she finishes tying off her last ward and sees that Thalassa has finished the others, Colt helps the last one shuffle into place on the wagon. They're cramped in the back, spits mcgee in the front with her, as she climbs up with ease into the driver's seat. "Sounds like a plan," Colt agrees easy to Thal's direction, nodding as she takes the reins in hand. With a cluck of her tongue and a shift of her reins, she drives the team back into motion, the initial strain against the sand finally jolting into a forward roll. She turns them back around towards where they'd first come from.
Colt drives the wagon!
Wild horse out the gate
Yeah your heart about to break
She the type of woman that gon' make you lose control
She something wild, you might need a lasso
Yeah your heart about to break
She the type of woman that gon' make you lose control
She something wild, you might need a lasso
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.
