COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
She smirked at his response, grateful even if she wouldn't outright say it, not yet. In her line of work, you just did what needed to be done, simple as that. If she thanked everyone who worked hard around here she'd be breathless. "Seen much birthing fluid?" unless he meant other fluids. She didn't really need an answer either way.
The smile lingered, his sarcasm kind enough not to put her on the defensive, but instead to lean into her shared manner of speaking. "I'm glad you're prepared for that," she said with no hint of a joke, "Though you might want to be more worried about the horn if she's lying down." Colt leaned towards him, offering a hand to help him up in the saddle. "You ride, Vesper?" He'd sit behind her, for now. He wouldn't do much good helping her back there, but it was the quickest way to get him back to the barn and get him his own set of four-legs.
"I'm Colt."
The smile lingered, his sarcasm kind enough not to put her on the defensive, but instead to lean into her shared manner of speaking. "I'm glad you're prepared for that," she said with no hint of a joke, "Though you might want to be more worried about the horn if she's lying down." Colt leaned towards him, offering a hand to help him up in the saddle. "You ride, Vesper?" He'd sit behind her, for now. He wouldn't do much good helping her back there, but it was the quickest way to get him back to the barn and get him his own set of four-legs.
"I'm Colt."
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.
