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 hums a thought of consideration into the jungle as they continue on. "There's no shortage of projects here for people to take, or come fill." That is to say, she might not fully spare someone to go do such extensive fieldwork when they had the important need of their town looming. The more they could improve, too, the more people would be willing and able to come.
Noe's suggestion of relying on the Celestine Caretaker is a good one, and Colt's glance is bright as she turns it back towards Noe over her shoulder as she dodges another toxic flower. "I'm sure he would be useful to ask, because no, I've no idea what they need," she admits, and figuring of anyone, Grimm would. "Maybe he'd know about relocating too," she considers, more hesitant with that idea. "Although in my experience, best not to change up something's territory. Causes its own set of problems." Animals might seem like they have full command of the wirld, but like anything, they build routine and familiarity out of their day to day, and being taken away and plopped down elsewhere can often end in miserably bad results.
"The mouse pulling the thron out of the lion's paw?" Colt wonders, brow kicking up. "Here I always thought that was about how small, annoying things can bother the mighty still." She pauses again as the next stretch of forest they get to takes on a stranger quality than any of the others. She crouches down, fingers sliding against the yellowed and drooping vines. "Look here," she encourages Noe. "This looks like some kind of fungus, or rot, affecting almost all the plants here." The animals too, they'd come to find, an unusual silence remaining here.
Noe's suggestion of relying on the Celestine Caretaker is a good one, and Colt's glance is bright as she turns it back towards Noe over her shoulder as she dodges another toxic flower. "I'm sure he would be useful to ask, because no, I've no idea what they need," she admits, and figuring of anyone, Grimm would. "Maybe he'd know about relocating too," she considers, more hesitant with that idea. "Although in my experience, best not to change up something's territory. Causes its own set of problems." Animals might seem like they have full command of the wirld, but like anything, they build routine and familiarity out of their day to day, and being taken away and plopped down elsewhere can often end in miserably bad results.
"The mouse pulling the thron out of the lion's paw?" Colt wonders, brow kicking up. "Here I always thought that was about how small, annoying things can bother the mighty still." She pauses again as the next stretch of forest they get to takes on a stranger quality than any of the others. She crouches down, fingers sliding against the yellowed and drooping vines. "Look here," she encourages Noe. "This looks like some kind of fungus, or rot, affecting almost all the plants here." The animals too, they'd come to find, an unusual silence remaining here.
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.
