Seeing Vesper in the desert after so long didn't prepare her for the sight of him now. Six seconds, barely enough time to look at him properly, then gone again. Word of his visit during Longnight doesn't fade quite so easily, but it kept him distant, gave him shape the same way memory of him does. This is different. This is him whole and lingering, and she realizes she has no idea what to do with the reality of him when she's grown so accustomed to his ghost.
Anger is a nice, familiar tether. She's clawing for something that'll keep her from plummeting any further, and it slides easily into her grip. "You could have at least fucking warned me," she seethes at Sunjata , breath sharpening over the words as she fights to keep it low. "We're sure as shit even now." Whether he meant to level them on purpose or not doesn't change the fact that he's cut the ground out from under her and sent her knees to bruising. Here she thought unloading herself of this lingering guilt would feel good, plagued by a sense of debt that only entrenched further because of his ready forgiveness, but she'd rather live under that shadow than trip over Vesper's.
She doesn't linger by his side, instead stalks away to her offered horse, ready to start this as soon as possible to get to the end that much faster. Frustration braids itself into her every motion, not consuming, but tightening her. A brusque greeting is afforded to the old hand that steps forward, hardly the reunion she planned on, but she can barely see past her own nose for the moment, too many things crowding inside of her.
She swings into the saddle, situating herself as Sunjata speaks. Colt's stiffness hooks the horse like a burr under the saddle, a few nervous side steps taken, the leather seat beneath her ever a mirror she has to face. She loads her breath, blowing forcefully through her mouth, and her entire body sighs along with it. "Hey Cherry," she murmurs, and it's the first genuinely warm sound from her as she leans down to pat the mare's neck, reins gathering in her other hand.
Looking up to catch the rest of what Sunjata says in full force, his wink earns nothing more than a steely stare, one that darts away to keep from feeding her ire further. Her gaze carefully skirts Vesper, drawn only by the motion of his shape changing, but Hawthorn earns a subtle, real smile. She'd find a way to give him a proper hello later, after she's done a better job burning herself out. Nikandr receives a passing glance, though she snags for a moment on his cane. With everything explained, her legs press her mare into motion. "Just keep the way you want them to go open," she calls out as they begin. "They move away from the pressure of you in their space. They'll go wherever's easiest, and panic if you push in too hard too fast."
Colt gets on her horse and gives some advice
Anger is a nice, familiar tether. She's clawing for something that'll keep her from plummeting any further, and it slides easily into her grip. "You could have at least fucking warned me," she seethes at Sunjata , breath sharpening over the words as she fights to keep it low. "We're sure as shit even now." Whether he meant to level them on purpose or not doesn't change the fact that he's cut the ground out from under her and sent her knees to bruising. Here she thought unloading herself of this lingering guilt would feel good, plagued by a sense of debt that only entrenched further because of his ready forgiveness, but she'd rather live under that shadow than trip over Vesper's.
She doesn't linger by his side, instead stalks away to her offered horse, ready to start this as soon as possible to get to the end that much faster. Frustration braids itself into her every motion, not consuming, but tightening her. A brusque greeting is afforded to the old hand that steps forward, hardly the reunion she planned on, but she can barely see past her own nose for the moment, too many things crowding inside of her.
She swings into the saddle, situating herself as Sunjata speaks. Colt's stiffness hooks the horse like a burr under the saddle, a few nervous side steps taken, the leather seat beneath her ever a mirror she has to face. She loads her breath, blowing forcefully through her mouth, and her entire body sighs along with it. "Hey Cherry," she murmurs, and it's the first genuinely warm sound from her as she leans down to pat the mare's neck, reins gathering in her other hand.
Looking up to catch the rest of what Sunjata says in full force, his wink earns nothing more than a steely stare, one that darts away to keep from feeding her ire further. Her gaze carefully skirts Vesper, drawn only by the motion of his shape changing, but Hawthorn earns a subtle, real smile. She'd find a way to give him a proper hello later, after she's done a better job burning herself out. Nikandr receives a passing glance, though she snags for a moment on his cane. With everything explained, her legs press her mare into motion. "Just keep the way you want them to go open," she calls out as they begin. "They move away from the pressure of you in their space. They'll go wherever's easiest, and panic if you push in too hard too fast."
Colt gets on her horse and gives some advice
Colt
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.
