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
The eyeroll threatens to unbalance Colt in response. Still sitting doesn't deserve any further acknowledgement, her features falling as flat as someone playing dead to avoid a bear maul, except terrible humor is not nearly as deadly.
"You know," Colt encourages, picking one such bell up and tinkling it faintly. "You ring it in your house and a servant comes trotting over to attend your need." A bit like channeling, if she bothered to draw the comparison. Not that the demigods serve the channels, exactly, but it is a divine hand bell that ends in fulfillment of some sort. "I mean, what else would these be for? Put one in every room so you're only ever one ring away from all you could ever want." She shrugs, not making a statement beyond they're boring.
When Thal shoos away her offered strand of bells, foregoing the much more exciting option, Colt reluctantly returns them. Not having a horn or tail to decorate, she briefly considered wrapping them around her wrist, or perhaps her belt, but opts for the original item that caught her eye as Thal pays for hers.
Her lips quirk a little at Thal's query, and while she fully expects the ancient to fail to appreciate her selection, it doesn't deter Colt from reaching out and claiming the one she wants. "A cow bell, of course." She holds up the rectangular bit of metal, knocking it so that its deep and rich bellow of sound comes forth.
"You know," Colt encourages, picking one such bell up and tinkling it faintly. "You ring it in your house and a servant comes trotting over to attend your need." A bit like channeling, if she bothered to draw the comparison. Not that the demigods serve the channels, exactly, but it is a divine hand bell that ends in fulfillment of some sort. "I mean, what else would these be for? Put one in every room so you're only ever one ring away from all you could ever want." She shrugs, not making a statement beyond they're boring.
When Thal shoos away her offered strand of bells, foregoing the much more exciting option, Colt reluctantly returns them. Not having a horn or tail to decorate, she briefly considered wrapping them around her wrist, or perhaps her belt, but opts for the original item that caught her eye as Thal pays for hers.
Her lips quirk a little at Thal's query, and while she fully expects the ancient to fail to appreciate her selection, it doesn't deter Colt from reaching out and claiming the one she wants. "A cow bell, of course." She holds up the rectangular bit of metal, knocking it so that its deep and rich bellow of sound comes forth.
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.
