Raining on me so damn long, but that's relief to a man who calls a desert home
Though Flora's teeth had left the deepest mark, Colt begrudges them the least. Not that the bite hadn't hurt, not that the trust is so easily won back as she'd her hand so casually again, but it's a showing of protection she at least recognizes. Sohalia's bruise is a different matter entirely. It's changed color a time or two now, appearing without her even noticing where it came from, pretending to hurt less than it does every time she ends up running into it again. Maybe Flora is used to wearing them, or maybe Colt's just more inclined to avoid bruises, but either way, where forgiveness is quick on Flora's behalf, it stretches out much more uncertainly from Colt for the Luminary's sake.
It's half of why she settled, expecting she might need the strength of a cushion to carefully describe the bright woman who's gone around casting shadows. She mistook Flora's immediate shock though for something more aligned with her own inclination to give distance, and she supposes that's no surprise at all given Melita's advice about all the two women had gone through together. There's maybe a touch of approval even that Flora remains steadfast in her belief of her friend. Not the surface matter, distorted now, but the depth beneath it.
"Pregnant?" Colt repeats, surprise swiftly overtaking any of her well-manufactured ease and twisting it up on her features. "No, definitely not a wise choice to be in Hak Etme then. It's a challenge enough for the fittest of us," she murmurs, fingers idly swiping away the ice decorating her glass in small patterns of thought. "She wasn't showing at all when I saw her, but maybe it'd already been present." Colt hums over her glass, considering something in a fresh light for the first time after staring at it too long under the same one. "Always an unpleasant surprise to discover your own body has betrayed your good sense, and yet every season I'm reminded that I'm little better than driven by basic nature sometimes." She sighs with the abundant annoyance of being a woman. "I'm guessing strange cravings have been the least of her worries. I can't imagine that's easy to deal with, even somewhere as nice as here." Colt has never had the experience, and with few friends who are women, hasn't even been very close to it. Not besides the stock she bred, but she's not about to liken Sohalia to a cow or a pregnant horse.
It doesn't clean everything up, and it's only an assumption, but it offers something besides carelessness for Colt to sit with when she thinks of Sohalia. Very happy not to be the pregnant one, Colt partakes of the chilled champagne with a gusto that suggests she's pouring one out for a dearly departed friend.
Her eyes flick to the door as she pulls her glass away, recognizing that she's accomplished more here than she first hoped in such a short while. Nothing is undone, but plenty is straighter than it had been, and she feels lighter than when she stood outside that door with a full bottle in hand, although that could be the direct result of said bottle. Still, she feels like there's something to clear here, her own apology too fragile amid everything. They each might have been given the poor end of someone else's choice, but they'd each still acted upon it. "You don't have to do that," she says gently, spinning the glass between her fingers, watching it for a moment before her gaze lifts. "You don't have to pretend things are fine between us." Her other hand joins the first, thumbs tapping along the icy glass, hair shifting with the motion.
"They aren't, and that's alright. I just owed you something more than silence." Maybe they could be again, some day, after all of this has healed properly. Colt would remain cautious though, because she's already been turned on once now. "You offered assistance and I should have done more than hold out my hand to people you care about." It's taken her time to agree with this point, because poaching or not aside, she had still made offers as if it wouldn't remove people from Flora's side, a difference than if those people had asked her first. "Of course it's their choice, and I'm not aiming to steal anyone, but I could have done better." A quick study in politics and friendship alike, a steep learning curve for someone who's prone to doing whatever the fuck she pleases usually. "That's all I really wanted to talk about," she murmurs, finishing her glass and sliding it over the counter.
It's half of why she settled, expecting she might need the strength of a cushion to carefully describe the bright woman who's gone around casting shadows. She mistook Flora's immediate shock though for something more aligned with her own inclination to give distance, and she supposes that's no surprise at all given Melita's advice about all the two women had gone through together. There's maybe a touch of approval even that Flora remains steadfast in her belief of her friend. Not the surface matter, distorted now, but the depth beneath it.
"Pregnant?" Colt repeats, surprise swiftly overtaking any of her well-manufactured ease and twisting it up on her features. "No, definitely not a wise choice to be in Hak Etme then. It's a challenge enough for the fittest of us," she murmurs, fingers idly swiping away the ice decorating her glass in small patterns of thought. "She wasn't showing at all when I saw her, but maybe it'd already been present." Colt hums over her glass, considering something in a fresh light for the first time after staring at it too long under the same one. "Always an unpleasant surprise to discover your own body has betrayed your good sense, and yet every season I'm reminded that I'm little better than driven by basic nature sometimes." She sighs with the abundant annoyance of being a woman. "I'm guessing strange cravings have been the least of her worries. I can't imagine that's easy to deal with, even somewhere as nice as here." Colt has never had the experience, and with few friends who are women, hasn't even been very close to it. Not besides the stock she bred, but she's not about to liken Sohalia to a cow or a pregnant horse.
It doesn't clean everything up, and it's only an assumption, but it offers something besides carelessness for Colt to sit with when she thinks of Sohalia. Very happy not to be the pregnant one, Colt partakes of the chilled champagne with a gusto that suggests she's pouring one out for a dearly departed friend.
Her eyes flick to the door as she pulls her glass away, recognizing that she's accomplished more here than she first hoped in such a short while. Nothing is undone, but plenty is straighter than it had been, and she feels lighter than when she stood outside that door with a full bottle in hand, although that could be the direct result of said bottle. Still, she feels like there's something to clear here, her own apology too fragile amid everything. They each might have been given the poor end of someone else's choice, but they'd each still acted upon it. "You don't have to do that," she says gently, spinning the glass between her fingers, watching it for a moment before her gaze lifts. "You don't have to pretend things are fine between us." Her other hand joins the first, thumbs tapping along the icy glass, hair shifting with the motion.
"They aren't, and that's alright. I just owed you something more than silence." Maybe they could be again, some day, after all of this has healed properly. Colt would remain cautious though, because she's already been turned on once now. "You offered assistance and I should have done more than hold out my hand to people you care about." It's taken her time to agree with this point, because poaching or not aside, she had still made offers as if it wouldn't remove people from Flora's side, a difference than if those people had asked her first. "Of course it's their choice, and I'm not aiming to steal anyone, but I could have done better." A quick study in politics and friendship alike, a steep learning curve for someone who's prone to doing whatever the fuck she pleases usually. "That's all I really wanted to talk about," she murmurs, finishing her glass and sliding it over the counter.
Colt
Still gripping the shovel that got me here, fear if I let go I might disappear
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.
