Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
The foliage below rolls on like a green sea of a different kind. It's just as alive and all-consuming, but seemingly silent and still from up here, as if the waves of leaves have been frozen in time and do not crash against each other with the white-foam spectacle of the coast. The sparkling quality of Deepfrost's presence only adds to the sense of something in stasis, and without meaning to, Colt holds onto her breath a little bit longer, as if she too might slip into this suspended world.
It could also be entirely from the wind-whipping ride over here. Her braided hair has strands teased free by the trip, the little yellow fingers fluttering against the edges of his face from beneath her hat. Skyships aren't her favorite on the best of days, but slicing through the winter sky is a nearly miserable affair, her jackets proving nearly useless against the chilly breeze of the Firecracker's speed. Add to this Mel's aggressive maneuvering and penchant for speed and Colt is braced near a rail like she's just learned how to stand.
"I see it!" she calls back, and the eagerness in her tone is surely not just because she's grateful they'll be on some solid ground soon. Ahead, the tall and colorful shrine to Frey and Rae stands out like a hopeful beacon. Although it could be walked to, and that had been Colt's plan, she'd run across Mel in her travel prep here, and it seems they'd both got the same destination, for now. Might be worth descending into the jungle for a bit after they make their offerings just to get away from the wind for a moment and let the vibrations of sailing leave their bones. Colt turns, unsteadily, away from the side to be of help where she can for laying anchor.
Complete threads at each of Frey's existing shrines, leaving appropriate offerings for both aspects of the deity. (These threads should be completed in the board housing the shrine, rather than the shrine itself).
It could also be entirely from the wind-whipping ride over here. Her braided hair has strands teased free by the trip, the little yellow fingers fluttering against the edges of his face from beneath her hat. Skyships aren't her favorite on the best of days, but slicing through the winter sky is a nearly miserable affair, her jackets proving nearly useless against the chilly breeze of the Firecracker's speed. Add to this Mel's aggressive maneuvering and penchant for speed and Colt is braced near a rail like she's just learned how to stand.
"I see it!" she calls back, and the eagerness in her tone is surely not just because she's grateful they'll be on some solid ground soon. Ahead, the tall and colorful shrine to Frey and Rae stands out like a hopeful beacon. Although it could be walked to, and that had been Colt's plan, she'd run across Mel in her travel prep here, and it seems they'd both got the same destination, for now. Might be worth descending into the jungle for a bit after they make their offerings just to get away from the wind for a moment and let the vibrations of sailing leave their bones. Colt turns, unsteadily, away from the side to be of help where she can for laying anchor.
Complete threads at each of Frey's existing shrines, leaving appropriate offerings for both aspects of the deity. (These threads should be completed in the board housing the shrine, rather than the shrine itself).
Colt
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.
