COLT
Well life's got a lot of sticks and stones
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
Having expected some scoffing from Thal who'd find her reach undeterred, whereupon Colt would pretend never to have met her were she to get caught, at least until Colt could arrange some manner of jailbreak later, she is surprised at how easily Thal gives up the allure of pilfering pockets. Perhaps proof that the draw is as much a boredom filler as any, the call to being a clepto more like a game than a need, which all the more reason Colt thinks.
"I know, I'm the worst," she grins in return, concern dropping away cleanly into tease. Her shoulders loosen a bit from their tight perch, but she's still marching on a few eggshells being back in Torchline. Her meeting with Flora is later, so shopping seems like the best use than idly waiting and letting her mind run off with dangerous thoughts.
As Thal bumps her, affection woven into the gesture, Colt glances sidelong at her with a laugh dragging free of her chest. "That's like saying a toilet makes a great chair." Comfort and jail don't really go together. She shakes her faintly, the sound of humor dying out with a fond sigh as she follows suit not far behind Thalassa to the vendor's booth.
"Don't tell me you're going for the servant-calling hand bell," Colt interjects as her eyes glide over the dark version of a bell Thal reaches for. "This is much more suited to you," she decides, plucking up a strand of small bells fitted to a fabric cord. Colt holds it aloft, draped over both arms, the faint tinkling carrying out in various forms as the little bells shift. "Wrap this around your horns, or your tail? Quite the statement."
"I know, I'm the worst," she grins in return, concern dropping away cleanly into tease. Her shoulders loosen a bit from their tight perch, but she's still marching on a few eggshells being back in Torchline. Her meeting with Flora is later, so shopping seems like the best use than idly waiting and letting her mind run off with dangerous thoughts.
As Thal bumps her, affection woven into the gesture, Colt glances sidelong at her with a laugh dragging free of her chest. "That's like saying a toilet makes a great chair." Comfort and jail don't really go together. She shakes her faintly, the sound of humor dying out with a fond sigh as she follows suit not far behind Thalassa to the vendor's booth.
"Don't tell me you're going for the servant-calling hand bell," Colt interjects as her eyes glide over the dark version of a bell Thal reaches for. "This is much more suited to you," she decides, plucking up a strand of small bells fitted to a fabric cord. Colt holds it aloft, draped over both arms, the faint tinkling carrying out in various forms as the little bells shift. "Wrap this around your horns, or your tail? Quite the statement."
So, if you got a fire, don't lose it
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
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.
