Raining on me so damn long, but that's relief to a man who calls a desert home
A smile bites into Colt's cheek as her gaze slides over to Thal, the usual ribbing starting in place of a greeting, evidence of how they've surpassed any pretense of niceties in their friendship for the sake of the much more real affection of incessant insulting. "Just the way they fog up with my breath when I'm also using a bandana to avoid inhaling fine grains of salt and dust." Case in point, as Thal takes the bone from her, Colt pulls up the patterned fabric around her neck, the fit snug up around her nose and shielding her mouth, the lines slanting down beneath the dark smears below her eyes. "Used these all the time in King's End during Longheat when the trails got dusty, but about live in them now." She fishes more sets out of her back pockets an proferrs them up to both Thal and Liam to also use, if desired, although she does her best to urge they highly consider it.
"Of course," she says with more warmth to Liam, dropping the sting that she'd reserved for Thal. Not that Liam hadn't started to become a friend of sorts too, but she has as much honey as she does vinegar to offer, just some responded to one or the other better. Taking the little bone back, she seals its top back on and wraps it back in the leather for travel.
"Well, far as I can tell, this place should have some minerals buried beneath the top shell of salt and dried dirt." She nods to the tools she's gathered beside her, stuck in the ground, hauled here by some teams already out and working. "You can grab a shovel, a rake, or a pickaxe. The rake should lead, and we'll hear the tines catch on anything that the shovel and pickaxe can help dig out."
Grab your tool! Shove, pickaxe, or rake.
"Of course," she says with more warmth to Liam, dropping the sting that she'd reserved for Thal. Not that Liam hadn't started to become a friend of sorts too, but she has as much honey as she does vinegar to offer, just some responded to one or the other better. Taking the little bone back, she seals its top back on and wraps it back in the leather for travel.
"Well, far as I can tell, this place should have some minerals buried beneath the top shell of salt and dried dirt." She nods to the tools she's gathered beside her, stuck in the ground, hauled here by some teams already out and working. "You can grab a shovel, a rake, or a pickaxe. The rake should lead, and we'll hear the tines catch on anything that the shovel and pickaxe can help dig out."
Grab your tool! Shove, pickaxe, or rake.
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.
