Drinking from a bitter cup, burying the bottles with the bones
Nova's words land like a spit of rain over a fire. Not enough to douse it entirely, but enough to turn the blaze into something lower, smokier. The anger remains, but its edges have gone dull and low. Each thing out of Nova's mouth still managed to sound petulant. Claims to already know, which leaves Colt to wonder if she's just unwilling then. States she's taking it seriously, while still using invisible lips, as if this is nothing more than a round of hide and seek.
For a long moment, Colt says nothing. Then a breath leaves her, long and heavy, carrying with it some measure of the heat she'd been holding onto. "Yeah, if you've no interest in helping look for survivors, that's probably for the best." Her gaze drifts past the place where Nova stands hidden, settling on the splintered caravan and the bodies half-swallowed by sand.
Without waiting for an answer, Colt turns toward the wreckage. Her stride is long and filled with purpose, and each set of heel into the ground helps press the ire back into a manageable shape. When she nears the wreckage, joining Kaisel and Liam, she filters wordlessly into their flow. Boots sink softly into the sand as she picks her way through the debris, eyes searching for movement, for breath, for anything that might still be saved. Hopefully Nova proves to be one of them.
For a long moment, Colt says nothing. Then a breath leaves her, long and heavy, carrying with it some measure of the heat she'd been holding onto. "Yeah, if you've no interest in helping look for survivors, that's probably for the best." Her gaze drifts past the place where Nova stands hidden, settling on the splintered caravan and the bodies half-swallowed by sand.
Without waiting for an answer, Colt turns toward the wreckage. Her stride is long and filled with purpose, and each set of heel into the ground helps press the ire back into a manageable shape. When she nears the wreckage, joining Kaisel and Liam, she filters wordlessly into their flow. Boots sink softly into the sand as she picks her way through the debris, eyes searching for movement, for breath, for anything that might still be saved. Hopefully Nova proves to be one of them.
Colt
I kept the pain, now I only feel alive inside the flame
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.
