// You could be lonely, or heartbroken—Or hungover from the night before //
"A party?" Colt's voice crept higher than she meant it to when Hawthorn first told her what King's End was planning for Longnight. While it's true the residents had often had little gatherings, in their own homes or 'gathered' in the House of Midnight, it had never been quite as grand as what Thorn is describing, or, what she's seeing as they head there. "I didn't think he liked to party this time of year," she murmurs, huddling closer to Thorn's side and flopping her head against his shoulder for a stride or two. "Guess it's true what they say. The only constant in life is change."
She's struck by a very unnerving sense of how quickly her recognition of this place is fading. With home feeling like it's worn on each boot, and each is standing in a different place, it's a little unbalancing to suddenly feel like the one foot keeps sliding further and further out from the place she first was afraid to step away from. She tucks it neatly behind a smile though, never one to pass up a celebration, and not about to dampen the night by claiming back in my day.
The first stall they encounter catches her eye, jewelry gleaming softly in the low fire light, that dances across it nearby. She hasn't the spare coin to waste on trinkets at the moment, but a girl can window shop.
She's struck by a very unnerving sense of how quickly her recognition of this place is fading. With home feeling like it's worn on each boot, and each is standing in a different place, it's a little unbalancing to suddenly feel like the one foot keeps sliding further and further out from the place she first was afraid to step away from. She tucks it neatly behind a smile though, never one to pass up a celebration, and not about to dampen the night by claiming back in my day.
The first stall they encounter catches her eye, jewelry gleaming softly in the low fire light, that dances across it nearby. She hasn't the spare coin to waste on trinkets at the moment, but a girl can window shop.
COLT
// Turn that frown into a smile real quick—There ain't nothin' that a beer can't fix //
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.
