COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
Given that her own predicament is related to words poorly placed and exchanged, and that Thal has suffered the same, it's no surprise to find the ancient on her side in this matter. Colt would never truly do without conversation, much as she might try to claim otherwise, but certainly sometimes the ability to just 'speak' with a look or a gesture is appreciated. With no voice to give each other, it's all she has with the dogs and horses, and sometimes it feels like a fresh breath, resettling all the troubles words have otherwise caused.
"Mm, ain't that the truth," Colt murmurs in agreement, much more prone to trusting what someone does than what someone says, even when what they say is nice, maybe even especially then. At the ocean though she makes a faint face, the streak of disagreement, although it's only personal. "To each their own," she suggests with a faint smile, glancing from the lightning storm to the sailor. "You can keep talking to the sea, I'll stick with my packs and herds." As if there was any risk of otherwise.
She drops the theoretical expanse of it all as the shapes of the cinderscourges winging through the storm snares both their attention. Colt watches it in silence for a moment, caught by the immediate beauty of something so fierce and wild existing alongside them, daring to show itself so plainly when normally it'd require a keen eye. A reminder that even in the hellish setting of the Climb, where heat and lava and lightning appear to be all there is for the world, things find a way to survive. Where Thal sees romance, Colt sees encouragement. She's in a storm of her at the moment, but maybe she can fly just as gracefully out of it.
"No, you don't," Colt murmurs, a touch of awe creeping into her tone as her gaze trails after them. "Maybe we just sit here a while and see what else there is to watch?" she suggests, all the talk of preferring dogs and horses when she suddenly doesn't feel like parting from a friends side to trudge through the expanse of wilderness amid stormlight. "Temperature's not bad here," she grins.
"Mm, ain't that the truth," Colt murmurs in agreement, much more prone to trusting what someone does than what someone says, even when what they say is nice, maybe even especially then. At the ocean though she makes a faint face, the streak of disagreement, although it's only personal. "To each their own," she suggests with a faint smile, glancing from the lightning storm to the sailor. "You can keep talking to the sea, I'll stick with my packs and herds." As if there was any risk of otherwise.
She drops the theoretical expanse of it all as the shapes of the cinderscourges winging through the storm snares both their attention. Colt watches it in silence for a moment, caught by the immediate beauty of something so fierce and wild existing alongside them, daring to show itself so plainly when normally it'd require a keen eye. A reminder that even in the hellish setting of the Climb, where heat and lava and lightning appear to be all there is for the world, things find a way to survive. Where Thal sees romance, Colt sees encouragement. She's in a storm of her at the moment, but maybe she can fly just as gracefully out of it.
"No, you don't," Colt murmurs, a touch of awe creeping into her tone as her gaze trails after them. "Maybe we just sit here a while and see what else there is to watch?" she suggests, all the talk of preferring dogs and horses when she suddenly doesn't feel like parting from a friends side to trudge through the expanse of wilderness amid stormlight. "Temperature's not bad here," she grins.
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.
