Raining on me so damn long, but that's relief to a man who calls a desert home
Grateful that both of them accept her offered bandanas, not skilled enough at healing to fix unpreparedness or stubbornness, Colt can rest easy knowing the Sea of Dreams won't be stealing anyone's vision today. Quite opposite its name, Colt finds it to be a rather unkind portion of the desert, which is perhaps an unsuitable description when the same could be said of all its areas. Different people might rank them in various orders, but for her, this one is at the top of her dislike list. One could say she's a bit salty about it. They all would be salty by the end of this.
A smirk cannot help but find its place on her lips at Thalassa 's offer. "Go for it sugar, I just assumed you'd complain about breaking a nail." There aren't many people she can think of who might complain about that less than Thal, but that's what makes it so damn amusing. Her attention slides back to Liam at his remark, shovel taken in his hand, and she nods with a quiet gratitude. "Guess so," she grins, no tease buried in it, just the general excitement of a day of hard work ahead leading to progress on their quest. She's anxious to be done before Longheat hits.
Grabbing up the rake, Colt steps out into the salt flats, positioning the tool behind her like some obscene tail. She keeps both hands on the handle, some pressure added down at the wrist, making her strides a bit shorter and more awkward than usual. Fine by her, because speed will not solve their problem today, but the thoroughness of attention. "Walk beside me, see if you notice anything glinting or hear anything hitting the tines," she advises them, and she's hoping she'll feel the catch of anything. Behind her might be better for noticing, but worse for the dust she'd kick up. She glances sidelong at Thal, nodding her chin at her. "Your claws might help in the same way now too."
Colt is raking as they walk - call out if you see or hear anything so we can stop and inspect! Thal could use her claws here similarly as a rake too.
A smirk cannot help but find its place on her lips at Thalassa 's offer. "Go for it sugar, I just assumed you'd complain about breaking a nail." There aren't many people she can think of who might complain about that less than Thal, but that's what makes it so damn amusing. Her attention slides back to Liam at his remark, shovel taken in his hand, and she nods with a quiet gratitude. "Guess so," she grins, no tease buried in it, just the general excitement of a day of hard work ahead leading to progress on their quest. She's anxious to be done before Longheat hits.
Grabbing up the rake, Colt steps out into the salt flats, positioning the tool behind her like some obscene tail. She keeps both hands on the handle, some pressure added down at the wrist, making her strides a bit shorter and more awkward than usual. Fine by her, because speed will not solve their problem today, but the thoroughness of attention. "Walk beside me, see if you notice anything glinting or hear anything hitting the tines," she advises them, and she's hoping she'll feel the catch of anything. Behind her might be better for noticing, but worse for the dust she'd kick up. She glances sidelong at Thal, nodding her chin at her. "Your claws might help in the same way now too."
Colt is raking as they walk - call out if you see or hear anything so we can stop and inspect! Thal could use her claws here similarly as a rake too.
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.
