COLT
I'm homesick for somewhere that doesn't exist
For someone I'm still learning to miss
Said goodbye, wasn't ready yet
Only see you in this silhouette
For someone I'm still learning to miss
Said goodbye, wasn't ready yet
Only see you in this silhouette
In theory, asking for a seat with his hammock sounds fine enough, but the practice of it proves another matter entirely. Much like a porch swing, only more difficult, there is no entirely graceful way to get settled on such a device, especially not one already occupied. She does her best at Sunjata 's agreement though, one hand steadying on the top of the hammock where it connects with a tree, and gingerly she sets one folded knee into the space beside Sunjata, pressing down on the netting which immediately gives a sense of betrayal.
"Maybe I should stand actually," she half laughs, the sound so genuine she doesn't have to think about pushing anything else to the surface. Her gaze lifts for a moment around hte party, connecting briefly with @Dantatlion , who she's realizing she might need to properly introduce herself to sooner than later, but for now she's got enough of a predicament afoot for the current time being.
Not one to give up so easily, even if it seems in her best sense to do so, she decides both hands are needed and bites down on the rest of her buttered bread like a bit fitting to her mouth. She says something behind it, but it's too muffled and distorted to mean anything, although it had been a pre-apology to him in the event she dumps both of them on their ass with this process.
Hammocks, like some things in life, require a bit of commitment. Too careful and they won't serve any better than someone too hasty, but it requires at some point a transaction of faith in the netting holding her balance, which is always the hardest thing for Colt to hand over. Sucking in a breath, she flounces her other leg up and over, her other hand having joined the first, and with a very precarious wobble, she settles into it. Smiling around the bread, she locks eyes with Jata for a moment before carefully lowering her death grip on the tree and popping her bread gag free.
"Tada," she announces with a relieved sigh, biting off another piece of her carb-based dinner. Circling back to the things Jata had said now that her life isn't liable to flash before her eyes, Colt grins roughly at the offer. "I absolutely would love to fly back with you, so you better not take that offer back. I fucking hate skyships and especially how often I've been having to use them." Where she might ordinarily try to refuse such an offer to be polite, he wouldn't need to ask her twice about doing anything other than skyshipping. "He's absolutely crushing on him, don't you think?" she says with a conspirator's tone of Thorn's love hate relationship with the bartender. "He pretends he isn't, but it's always the first thing he wants to talk about when he gets the chance."
"Maybe I should stand actually," she half laughs, the sound so genuine she doesn't have to think about pushing anything else to the surface. Her gaze lifts for a moment around hte party, connecting briefly with @Dantatlion , who she's realizing she might need to properly introduce herself to sooner than later, but for now she's got enough of a predicament afoot for the current time being.
Not one to give up so easily, even if it seems in her best sense to do so, she decides both hands are needed and bites down on the rest of her buttered bread like a bit fitting to her mouth. She says something behind it, but it's too muffled and distorted to mean anything, although it had been a pre-apology to him in the event she dumps both of them on their ass with this process.
Hammocks, like some things in life, require a bit of commitment. Too careful and they won't serve any better than someone too hasty, but it requires at some point a transaction of faith in the netting holding her balance, which is always the hardest thing for Colt to hand over. Sucking in a breath, she flounces her other leg up and over, her other hand having joined the first, and with a very precarious wobble, she settles into it. Smiling around the bread, she locks eyes with Jata for a moment before carefully lowering her death grip on the tree and popping her bread gag free.
"Tada," she announces with a relieved sigh, biting off another piece of her carb-based dinner. Circling back to the things Jata had said now that her life isn't liable to flash before her eyes, Colt grins roughly at the offer. "I absolutely would love to fly back with you, so you better not take that offer back. I fucking hate skyships and especially how often I've been having to use them." Where she might ordinarily try to refuse such an offer to be polite, he wouldn't need to ask her twice about doing anything other than skyshipping. "He's absolutely crushing on him, don't you think?" she says with a conspirator's tone of Thorn's love hate relationship with the bartender. "He pretends he isn't, but it's always the first thing he wants to talk about when he gets the chance."
I'm homesick for conversations I would avoid
And now I miss the sound of your voice
Now there's nothing but a shadow left
So I'll just keep on chasing shadows of you
And now I miss the sound of your voice
Now there's nothing but a shadow left
So I'll just keep on chasing shadows of you
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.
