COLT
I roll the dice and I hold my breath
I'll give you all that I have left
So hold me now before my luck runs out
I think you're close but I have my doubts
I'll give you all that I have left
So hold me now before my luck runs out
I think you're close but I have my doubts
Colt has never found fear to be a regrettable thing. It keeps you alive, more often than not, sharpening you to the world and protecting you, so long as you know how to carry it alongside you rather than get swept beneath it and consumed. Generally, Colt can manage it just fine, and though she hears it add a waver to Noe's voice, she rather thinks the engineer can too from all she's seen, and how the woman keeps walking with her now. There might come a time when Noe starts slipping under, and Colt hopes she'll find the strength to tread against that tide, or that she'll be in arm's reach to grab hold of her and help her out of it. She knows what that sinking feels like too, because she has only learned to carry her fear in certain settings. Others, she's still doing her best not to drown.
"Don't know," she admits, ducking beneath a wet bough and the vines that trail from it. She points to the bright flowers higher up, the color a warning sign—the toxic ones, and this time of year, burdened with pollen. "Careful," Colt interjects, preferring to be overly cautious than assume Noe knows what to look out for. Colt has begun to travel this jungle often enough to grow more and more familiar, which brings a risk of complacency that she tries to fight off with continued wariness of the ramplant dangers. "I reckon there's much life waiting to be discovered still in this region. Not sure anyone's ever done a thorough cataloguing, given how inhospitable it's been. Makes the risk of knowledge and adventure not worth it to most, or takes the ultimate price from those who'd been willing." She continues the thought about the strange nightmare they'd seen, pausing to cock her head as a sound calls out from deeper within the Suvahasi.
"Hmm...almost sounds like a Shangyang's cry." She muses for a moment, ticking back and forth through her knowledge, its depths growing with every passing season spent here. Still, it's not enough, and she can't be sure. "Mark on the map for here that one might be around. We definitely don't want to intrude on their territory." The birds are useful, despite the poor omens, and she expects they hunt enough of the smaller nuisances to be worth keeping around for that reason too. She'd like to stay near one, if possible, but not enough to disturb its nesting or roosting areas.
A blue strip of fabric is tied to one of the branches before she moves on, stepping around a fallen and rotting pile of plants. "Exactly," she agrees to Noe's understanding of their situation. "Rae made a point to say we should evolve to exist with this region, especially if it's designed to keep things out. That means we can't just ruin things as we like simply because it suits us. We have to find the pocket we can fit into and fill in the balance here." She shrugs a little. "Some things will get upset. It'll have a ripple. Ripples happen all the time with or without us though." A lifetime spent managing the land her herds grazed on, letting the ground rest and recover, keeping the wild things out and her stock in, and putting up with a certain amount of losses with that process, it's equipped her to understand the push and the pull of living wild. "Not to say we can't protect ourselves, or ensure we have what we need, but we shouldn't be greedy or unnecessarily cruel. Everything exists to fill a role." Nature is actually adept at avoiding waste, and to some extent, whatever can't learn to coexist with them either will have to adapt, because they're here to stay.
"Don't know," she admits, ducking beneath a wet bough and the vines that trail from it. She points to the bright flowers higher up, the color a warning sign—the toxic ones, and this time of year, burdened with pollen. "Careful," Colt interjects, preferring to be overly cautious than assume Noe knows what to look out for. Colt has begun to travel this jungle often enough to grow more and more familiar, which brings a risk of complacency that she tries to fight off with continued wariness of the ramplant dangers. "I reckon there's much life waiting to be discovered still in this region. Not sure anyone's ever done a thorough cataloguing, given how inhospitable it's been. Makes the risk of knowledge and adventure not worth it to most, or takes the ultimate price from those who'd been willing." She continues the thought about the strange nightmare they'd seen, pausing to cock her head as a sound calls out from deeper within the Suvahasi.
"Hmm...almost sounds like a Shangyang's cry." She muses for a moment, ticking back and forth through her knowledge, its depths growing with every passing season spent here. Still, it's not enough, and she can't be sure. "Mark on the map for here that one might be around. We definitely don't want to intrude on their territory." The birds are useful, despite the poor omens, and she expects they hunt enough of the smaller nuisances to be worth keeping around for that reason too. She'd like to stay near one, if possible, but not enough to disturb its nesting or roosting areas.
A blue strip of fabric is tied to one of the branches before she moves on, stepping around a fallen and rotting pile of plants. "Exactly," she agrees to Noe's understanding of their situation. "Rae made a point to say we should evolve to exist with this region, especially if it's designed to keep things out. That means we can't just ruin things as we like simply because it suits us. We have to find the pocket we can fit into and fill in the balance here." She shrugs a little. "Some things will get upset. It'll have a ripple. Ripples happen all the time with or without us though." A lifetime spent managing the land her herds grazed on, letting the ground rest and recover, keeping the wild things out and her stock in, and putting up with a certain amount of losses with that process, it's equipped her to understand the push and the pull of living wild. "Not to say we can't protect ourselves, or ensure we have what we need, but we shouldn't be greedy or unnecessarily cruel. Everything exists to fill a role." Nature is actually adept at avoiding waste, and to some extent, whatever can't learn to coexist with them either will have to adapt, because they're here to stay.
You've got me in this trance
And I need your hand to win
If I have to leave this up to chance
You're a gamble and I'm all in
And I need your hand to win
If I have to leave this up to chance
You're a gamble and I'm all in
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.
