Colt
She's a runner, she's a lover, always stuck in her ways
Pull her closer, think you know her, now she's turning the page
She gave a warning if it's storming, she'll be gone with the rain
Pull her closer, think you know her, now she's turning the page
She gave a warning if it's storming, she'll be gone with the rain
Glancing back at the paper as Thal points, Colt's gaze lifts to see the drawing as if it exists on the sea. "Makes sense," she agrees with Thal's assessment, the weight of her opinion on ship size requirements about as useful as a grain of rice on a scale.
Responding to the command of Thal's voice as they progress into the work, Colt directs her straying thoughts and wandering gaze back to the ancient. "I'll work on the posts," she offers easily, because she does have a decent amount of experience with setting fences. She never has in saltwater before, but the foundational principles seem similar enough.
Shifting towards the lumber pile, Colt assesses their options. For something like a ship, she'd think a large, thick post would be best (like a railroad tie). Those aren't really made so much as cut, and she sure as shit doesn't have the tools or means to manage that. Instead, she thinks they can make due by fastening a weaker version of that, strapping several sizable pieces together, maybe bundles of three, with ropes and using those. If anything, the slight give between the pieces might bear the shift of the sea better, and at least three pieces had more support than a single pole. Thus, Colt sets about with the help of her partner to drag the pieces they need out, directing and pointing at times so they know which is which, and then starts to use their available ropes to fasten them at intervals down the length into one, more solid set of beams.
Colt works on poles
Responding to the command of Thal's voice as they progress into the work, Colt directs her straying thoughts and wandering gaze back to the ancient. "I'll work on the posts," she offers easily, because she does have a decent amount of experience with setting fences. She never has in saltwater before, but the foundational principles seem similar enough.
Shifting towards the lumber pile, Colt assesses their options. For something like a ship, she'd think a large, thick post would be best (like a railroad tie). Those aren't really made so much as cut, and she sure as shit doesn't have the tools or means to manage that. Instead, she thinks they can make due by fastening a weaker version of that, strapping several sizable pieces together, maybe bundles of three, with ropes and using those. If anything, the slight give between the pieces might bear the shift of the sea better, and at least three pieces had more support than a single pole. Thus, Colt sets about with the help of her partner to drag the pieces they need out, directing and pointing at times so they know which is which, and then starts to use their available ropes to fasten them at intervals down the length into one, more solid set of beams.
Colt works on poles
When she's in it, she's all in it, ain't no holding her back
When I'm with her, she's a river moving steady and fast
She's afraid of all the ways her heart is broke like glass
When I'm with her, she's a river moving steady and fast
She's afraid of all the ways her heart is broke like glass
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.
