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Well, that - and the bones.

Sand stretches in every direction, speckled and spotted with skeletons of varying shapes and sizes. Aithne leans over the railing of the skyship, bundled in warmer clothing than she suspects she will need in Hak Etme, if only for the altitude of the trip. Keen dark eyes spot this skeleton and that, tracing the lines of what she imagines were once dragons or horses or any manner of other creature, wondering if it was the heat that got to them or if there's something else about the desert that she should be wary of.

Either way, she doesn't move until the skyship docks, and then she disembarks, keeping an eye out for Winchester. She's met Colt once before, she thinks, although she'd been tagging along with Thalassa that time and hadn't bothered much with pleasantries. An oversight, perhaps, given that she is hoping for diplomacy now - but she'd been helpful in building that port, hadn't she? Maybe that will have earned her some goodwill.

Spotting the marshal amongst the people gathered - more than she's expected to see here, in truth, though still not many - Aithne skips her way over, offering a playful salute to the region's leader. [say]"Hi, Colt!"[/say] she chirps, flashing a fanged grin. [say]"Thanks for meeting with me."[/say]]]>
Well, that - and the bones.

Sand stretches in every direction, speckled and spotted with skeletons of varying shapes and sizes. Aithne leans over the railing of the skyship, bundled in warmer clothing than she suspects she will need in Hak Etme, if only for the altitude of the trip. Keen dark eyes spot this skeleton and that, tracing the lines of what she imagines were once dragons or horses or any manner of other creature, wondering if it was the heat that got to them or if there's something else about the desert that she should be wary of.

Either way, she doesn't move until the skyship docks, and then she disembarks, keeping an eye out for Winchester. She's met Colt once before, she thinks, although she'd been tagging along with Thalassa that time and hadn't bothered much with pleasantries. An oversight, perhaps, given that she is hoping for diplomacy now - but she'd been helpful in building that port, hadn't she? Maybe that will have earned her some goodwill.

Spotting the marshal amongst the people gathered - more than she's expected to see here, in truth, though still not many - Aithne skips her way over, offering a playful salute to the region's leader. [say]"Hi, Colt!"[/say] she chirps, flashing a fanged grin. [say]"Thanks for meeting with me."[/say]]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12910 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 11:45:21 -0600 Wren]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12910
Wren guided Burger (well, he guided her, really) carefully through the Boneyard, one hand resting on the reins while the other steadied the pack of supplies strapped behind her saddle. She wore lightweight clothes from her wardrobe built from trading with Hak Etme natives, digging through Colt's stuff that made it through the fire, and a smattering of the belongings she had in King's End. Today was a long-sleeved linen shirt beneath a weathered leather vest, with durable enough pants for riding tucked into worn boots. A light scarf wrapped around her neck and lower face, while a wide-brimmed hat shielded her eyes from the glare reflecting off sand and bone alike.

Burger seemed entirely unbothered by the shifting sands and scattered bones. His hooves found stable footing without hesitation, navigating the uneven terrain with the footing of something ancient. With him, Wren sometimes felt as though he had crossed deserts like this a hundred times before, carrying the confidence of a creature that had lived a thousand lifetimes and forgotten none of them, despite knowing he had been born and raised on Colt's ranch in King's End. It was just his steadfast ways that amazed her, even now in this place that was so different than anything he knew before -- and so different than anything she knew.

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Open to anyone! Timeline wise this is happening at near the same time as the KQ]]>
Wren guided Burger (well, he guided her, really) carefully through the Boneyard, one hand resting on the reins while the other steadied the pack of supplies strapped behind her saddle. She wore lightweight clothes from her wardrobe built from trading with Hak Etme natives, digging through Colt's stuff that made it through the fire, and a smattering of the belongings she had in King's End. Today was a long-sleeved linen shirt beneath a weathered leather vest, with durable enough pants for riding tucked into worn boots. A light scarf wrapped around her neck and lower face, while a wide-brimmed hat shielded her eyes from the glare reflecting off sand and bone alike.

Burger seemed entirely unbothered by the shifting sands and scattered bones. His hooves found stable footing without hesitation, navigating the uneven terrain with the footing of something ancient. With him, Wren sometimes felt as though he had crossed deserts like this a hundred times before, carrying the confidence of a creature that had lived a thousand lifetimes and forgotten none of them, despite knowing he had been born and raised on Colt's ranch in King's End. It was just his steadfast ways that amazed her, even now in this place that was so different than anything he knew before -- and so different than anything she knew.

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Open to anyone! Timeline wise this is happening at near the same time as the KQ]]>