[God Quest] Headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice

Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson

Colt meanders to the shrine with effort, a bundle of black and white fur contained in her arms. Smooches, as she's come to call him, gave up about halfway on their walk here and flopped on the grass with zero intent of moving again. No summons, toy, or food could rouse him, and he pointedly yawned in the face of every attempt. So, with a fond exasperation, she'd gathered him up into her hands and covered the rest of the distance for them both.

He's grown since last time he'd been here, but he's still a graceless, little bundle of fur, not quite come into his paws or his thoughts entirely yet. "Hey Frey," she grunts as she sets Smooches down before the shrine, flopping onto the ground next to him, feeling just as lazy now after the work of carting him around. She's in overalls today, ones that've seen better days but are too comfortable to admit it's the end of the line for them. Her boots are similar, nearly worn through, so she uses them for odds and ends more than riding. The thin, long-sleeved brown shirt on under neath is the only thing that looks newer, and it's now coated in dog hair up each arm, not that she seems to mind.

She reaches into her pocket and withdraws a handful of items, odd bits of hay and dog treat crumbs mixed in. She tries to blow them off her palm, but some inevitably linger. First she places an orange leaf from the Greatwood, extra brittle after all this time, but she'd pressed it between some wax paper and cut around the edges to preserve it. "I did everything you asked," she says over her smile as the fond memories of each experience return. Next she places down a tiny bottle of tequila from Torchline, just one-shot worth. "Hopefully the way you meant it," she murmurs, since some had been a little open to interpretation. Admittedly, she isn't sure what any of her tasks had to do with arrows, but then neither has she ever understood what flowers have to do with barriers, so the Gods' whims just don't seem worth trying to sort though, she just hopes she'd interpreted Frey's vision well enough.

She leans to the side to fish out a small stick from her pocket next, setting it beside the leaf. Lastly, she withdraws a rubber cow, one that Smooches got to before she could properly hide it from him. It's return draws his sleepy gaze now as she sets it down, but he just sighs and stretches into a new sprawl. "Either way, it was fun," she admits, leaning into more of a slouch beside the dog, fingers stroking gently through his fur.

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Quest turn in for sex Frey for:
Sharp Arrows: get fucked Susie my arrows are sharper than your armor.

Type: ?? | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Sharp Quiver | A magical quiver that turns any arrow placed within into a super sharp projectile that deals physical piercing damage.

IDK IF THAT'S CORRECT I TRIED.

Quest received Red Solo Cup

1. Do something that sparks joy!
[PQ] Ridin' my pony on a cattle drive cattle drive
2. Make up a game and get someone else to play it with her
[Training] H O R S E GLITTER HORSE darts w/ daggers
3. Turn something dull into something sharp (interpretation up to you)
[Training] Put my soul in your hands like a penny on the track sharpening her hand to hand skills
4. Indulge in an activity that makes her boneless and puppy-tired.
she's my kind of rain melted

Colt

The grip you got on me is really quite impressive

The wind stirs again, though there’s no breeze to speak of. It rustles through the tall grasses like a sigh drawn slow and indulgent from the belly of the world, and the shrine responds not with grandeur, but with warmth—something heavy and velvet-thick that wraps around Colt’s spine like a well-worn lover’s embrace. The chimes above trill once in delight as Frey manifests.

They unfold in the grass beside her like a decadent secret, legs crossed, bare and glistening beneath the sun. Their skin is burnished gold, kissed with sweat and the promise of heat, and their form is—of course—everything Colt would most like to fuck, wrapped in the teasing edge of something too divine to touch without permission. Their smile is carved like sin in silk, slow and feline, and they purr as if they've just woken up beside her and the dog. "My, my," Frey murmurs, smouldering gaze dragging from the dog to the scattered offerings to the rancher herself. "You really have been busy, haven’t you, sweet one?"

They reach for the bottle without hesitation. Their fingers brush Colt’s as they do, and though the tequila doesn’t touch her lips, she'll feel the shot slide down her throat. The burn is bright and biting—Torchline-true—and it pools hot in her belly before tapering into the sweet haze of something earned. Frey plucks the orange leaf next, slipping it between perfect teeth, and Colt’s mouth floods with citrus, sharp and sun-sweet as if she’d bitten into it herself.

"Hm," Frey hums around it, then swallows both taste and leaf with a sigh of satisfaction. "Usually," they say, voice like melted sugar, "if it was fun, it was right." They wink, wicked and warm, tilting their head just enough that a lock of hair tumbles over one eye.

Behind them, Smooches—finally moved to action—gets to his paws and ambles over with sleepy importance. He noses into the grass just behind Frey’s hip, and from the air itself emerges something new: a quiver of leather darker than sin, gleaming with quiet power. Tooled into its surface are curling vines, flowers, and something else—something alive in the stitching, as if it remembers joy, speed, impact. Frey doesn’t move to touch it. Instead, they glance sideways at Colt, their grin all satisfaction and promise. "That’s for you," they murmur.

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Colt has received

The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.

Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson

The sigh of the world making space for Frey's presence is the only warning Colt gets before the figure of her god appears before her. She's more prepared this time for the face that greets her when she looks up.

Vesper sits before her, as languid as ever, the smirk that cuts his mouth all too familiar. It's a better rendition this time, like the fog of a dream lifting and clarifying the image, something more akin to a well-preserved memory. Though, the blue of his eyes are a little off, maybe something Frey would never be able to get quite right.

Colt's head tilts, the faintest smile fitting into place as Fresper's voice hums to life with words she's certain he'd never say. It scrapes back the illusion just enough that she keeps some of her wits about her this time, something Vrey seems intent to fix as they so kindly share the experience of the shot. The unexpected kick of heat in her throat sets her eyes wide, breath wheezing past on a short, sputtering cough. The surprise quickly fades to recognition, allowing her to ride out the burn like any other night, the settle of it in her belly a pleasant glow. "Hell of a handshake," she laughs, the crisp bite of citrus assaulting her next, its own brand of zest, gathering the saliva and taste in her mouth until she swallows it down.

The sensations fade into a quiet flavor prickling the back of her tongue, attention wholly back on Fresper and their reassurances. Colt shifts slightly as Smooches stirs next to her, making no move to command the dog now, because puppy folly or not, he belongs to Frey. He rises with purpose though, and curiously Colt's gaze trails him into the brush, awe breaking in as his nose reveals the freshly formed quiver. She is still, silently appraising the dark leather and its perfect designs, marveling at the ripple of possibility it casts around itself. Her focus flicks to Vrey at their words, then back to the prize, a tentative hand extended towards it. Not one that's nervous, or afraid, just the careful sort of reach that suggests she recognizes the weight of what she's reaching for.

She pulls it to her lap, thumb tracking over the tooling with a smile. "It's beautiful," she commends Fresper, looking back up to them with grateful acceptance. After a moment, she slings it on her back, adjusting its strap until it rests just so, fluffing her hair out from under it. "Thank you," she murmurs, reluctantly rising to her feet to return home, Smooches with her. Maybe get some practice in with her new toy.

[FIN]

Colt

The grip you got on me is really quite impressive