COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
The wave of fresh air that hits her the moment she steps out into the full space of the Climb feels like breaking beneath a wave. The change is tangible as they depart the curling heat of Frey's Breath, and though the trek from its depths back to the surface meant the air changed as they went, it's the full brunt of this outside openness and the storm wind that really feels like being able to breathe again. It's worth noting that this is still The Climb, coiling with lava, even in Deepfrost. It's by no means the same effect as opening the freezer door on a hot day, but it is a welcome change of heat after spending too long simmering in the chest of her god.
Overhead, the night carries on, split apart by the lightning they originally fled from. Colt glances up at it, squinting as she tries to gauge if the worst of it has passed their direct vicinity now or not. They could always shelter just within the outcrop of rock if need be. "Y'don't say?" Colt ventures a glance towards Thal as she stretches out the little tale of her own apology. "Here I thought that was you on a good day."
She does well remember her first encounter with Peach. Hell, it'd gone so well, Colt prepped herself for a brawl. "So where's my apology then?" Colt teases with a slanted grin, hands fitting to her hips in mock expectation. The ruse dies quickly, not trying to prod an actual sour mood from the ancient. She knows too well how it feels to admit to the vulnerable parts of yourself. "Can't say I know him too well," Colt murmurs, recognizing the Theocrat's name but little more. "You two patched it up fine?" A success story, proof it could be done, but she reckons Danta is no Flora.
Overhead, the night carries on, split apart by the lightning they originally fled from. Colt glances up at it, squinting as she tries to gauge if the worst of it has passed their direct vicinity now or not. They could always shelter just within the outcrop of rock if need be. "Y'don't say?" Colt ventures a glance towards Thal as she stretches out the little tale of her own apology. "Here I thought that was you on a good day."
She does well remember her first encounter with Peach. Hell, it'd gone so well, Colt prepped herself for a brawl. "So where's my apology then?" Colt teases with a slanted grin, hands fitting to her hips in mock expectation. The ruse dies quickly, not trying to prod an actual sour mood from the ancient. She knows too well how it feels to admit to the vulnerable parts of yourself. "Can't say I know him too well," Colt murmurs, recognizing the Theocrat's name but little more. "You two patched it up fine?" A success story, proof it could be done, but she reckons Danta is no Flora.
She's a neon nightmare
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
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.
