COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
It's almost asking for a jinx, to keep saying almost there, as if fate might obscenely gesture at them with one long, crude finger and send something awry. Yet Colt doesn't relent with the cheerleading, no longer sure if it's for her or them, doesn't much give a damn. It's a checklist nearing its end, and sparing any divine pummeling, they should be in the clear.
Watching Hotaru turn to wing and expertly place lanterns about swift and sure, Andraste the ankle biter with her, Colt smiles and turns expectantly to the remaining people and tasks. Soh offers her hand for the ropes, and several workers go with her, carting the long, heavy and stiff (due to being new) braids of fiber with her. It'll take effort to work the knots into agreement, a fresh rope preferring not to bend or tie until worked over with strength.
Colt then heaves up bundles of hide with the assistance of the remaining workers, Wyatt among them, and they lug them across various edges near the very anchors Soh is working on. Similarly, they have to fight with fastening and securing their bumpers, and it all but saps the very last of Colt's strength to struggle through this last and final hurdle.
It's as the sun begins to sink that she looks up, rising to her feet, and finds they are...done. Days, weeks, spent in the company of all these hardworking people and look what they've accomplished. "I don't want to hear it!" she says suddenly, her voice lifting up with a charge of command and a sternness that she tries to hold as her gaze cuts around to all of them. It breaks before she can regard every sweaty, red face, her grin racing out like lightning in the clouds. "We're fucking celebrating tonight! No matter how smelly, sweaty, or tired you are, you better be there. Empty these kegs, I ain't hauling 'em back with us!" A command, to make merry damnit, because they earned it.
As the crowd disperses, songs of gratitude and glee to be sung all night long, arms around shoulders in appreciation and liquor-loose blubbers of affection spilling out, Colt lingers a moment longer in this current time. She glances over the work, her boots whispering over the fresh wood, and she leans on and tests things with a bounce or a wiggle. She tightens a rope her, runs her hands down a rail there, knocking at wood and nail. It all holds, and she puts the last, finishing touch on at the very end. A braid of horse hair around the bottom of the wide ramp Hotaru made, a little piece of her old life brought with her.
Skyport is complete! Go be merry, Colt tests a few things for solidness before heading in to get drunk too.
[FIN]
Watching Hotaru turn to wing and expertly place lanterns about swift and sure, Andraste the ankle biter with her, Colt smiles and turns expectantly to the remaining people and tasks. Soh offers her hand for the ropes, and several workers go with her, carting the long, heavy and stiff (due to being new) braids of fiber with her. It'll take effort to work the knots into agreement, a fresh rope preferring not to bend or tie until worked over with strength.
Colt then heaves up bundles of hide with the assistance of the remaining workers, Wyatt among them, and they lug them across various edges near the very anchors Soh is working on. Similarly, they have to fight with fastening and securing their bumpers, and it all but saps the very last of Colt's strength to struggle through this last and final hurdle.
It's as the sun begins to sink that she looks up, rising to her feet, and finds they are...done. Days, weeks, spent in the company of all these hardworking people and look what they've accomplished. "I don't want to hear it!" she says suddenly, her voice lifting up with a charge of command and a sternness that she tries to hold as her gaze cuts around to all of them. It breaks before she can regard every sweaty, red face, her grin racing out like lightning in the clouds. "We're fucking celebrating tonight! No matter how smelly, sweaty, or tired you are, you better be there. Empty these kegs, I ain't hauling 'em back with us!" A command, to make merry damnit, because they earned it.
As the crowd disperses, songs of gratitude and glee to be sung all night long, arms around shoulders in appreciation and liquor-loose blubbers of affection spilling out, Colt lingers a moment longer in this current time. She glances over the work, her boots whispering over the fresh wood, and she leans on and tests things with a bounce or a wiggle. She tightens a rope her, runs her hands down a rail there, knocking at wood and nail. It all holds, and she puts the last, finishing touch on at the very end. A braid of horse hair around the bottom of the wide ramp Hotaru made, a little piece of her old life brought with her.
Skyport is complete! Go be merry, Colt tests a few things for solidness before heading in to get drunk too.
[FIN]
They'll never stay home
And they're always alone
And they're always alone
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.
