Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
Despite the breakneck quality of Mel's driving, there's no doubting her skill as she carves out her place in the sky. That's proven all the more when they glide into a rather seamless halt near the shrine, rigging and ropes and anchors dropped with all the fluidity of practice and the ease of knowledge. Colt helps where she can, and gives space when she can't, which is a help in its own right.
With cheeks pinched red by the wind, Colt looks brightly over at the Honeybee as they are deemed fit to disembark. "Thanks for the lift over here," Colt murmurs as she nods, patting at her coat pockets to ensure she has everything. She does, so she swings over the railing and down the rope until she can put her boots on the ground. The jungle has some similarities to Suvahasi, but only in the best ways, and as expected Deepfrost has not plunged a hand so deeply into this area. Still, Colt's jackets are zipped and buttoned.
"Is this something all Demigods do, visit all the shrines, even these remote ones?" She can't say she'd be trucking her ass out here if she didn't have to. Glancing around at the new and strange foliage, Colt not usually making her way out here, she admires the bounty of beauty thet gods have seen fit to disperse through their world. Different shapes and sorts, each one unique in its own way.
The small trek up the hill is halved by their parking job, but by the time they reach the top Colt is unfastening some of her coats and letting the air get in. "Here she is, colorful as ever," Colt beams, ever find of her chosen god. The brightly colored structure holds some similarity with the rainbow road of Torchline, if only in the robust nature of its hues. Crouching down, Colt clears away some old foliage, then fishes out her offerings. "Some bondage straps for you, Sex Frey," Colt murmurs, offering up the plush, fabric cords, a bit of bounce and stretch to them. She figured with all the vines here there's some built in straps already, but never hurts to have different textures. "Some potpurri for you, Nature Frey, made from the dried leaves of this past Leachange season." A small, richly violet jar is place down, the little top removed to let the fragrant aromas of the dried plants comes forth.
With cheeks pinched red by the wind, Colt looks brightly over at the Honeybee as they are deemed fit to disembark. "Thanks for the lift over here," Colt murmurs as she nods, patting at her coat pockets to ensure she has everything. She does, so she swings over the railing and down the rope until she can put her boots on the ground. The jungle has some similarities to Suvahasi, but only in the best ways, and as expected Deepfrost has not plunged a hand so deeply into this area. Still, Colt's jackets are zipped and buttoned.
"Is this something all Demigods do, visit all the shrines, even these remote ones?" She can't say she'd be trucking her ass out here if she didn't have to. Glancing around at the new and strange foliage, Colt not usually making her way out here, she admires the bounty of beauty thet gods have seen fit to disperse through their world. Different shapes and sorts, each one unique in its own way.
The small trek up the hill is halved by their parking job, but by the time they reach the top Colt is unfastening some of her coats and letting the air get in. "Here she is, colorful as ever," Colt beams, ever find of her chosen god. The brightly colored structure holds some similarity with the rainbow road of Torchline, if only in the robust nature of its hues. Crouching down, Colt clears away some old foliage, then fishes out her offerings. "Some bondage straps for you, Sex Frey," Colt murmurs, offering up the plush, fabric cords, a bit of bounce and stretch to them. She figured with all the vines here there's some built in straps already, but never hurts to have different textures. "Some potpurri for you, Nature Frey, made from the dried leaves of this past Leachange season." A small, richly violet jar is place down, the little top removed to let the fragrant aromas of the dried plants comes forth.
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.
