COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
She laughed despite herself as she felt Vesper struggle behind her. She'd been hoping for a little bit of that, but was thankful he hadn't fallen, else she'd have to circle back for him and apologize. Her mirth was quickly replaced with surprise as his voice brushed so close and soft against her ear. Coupled with the sudden splay of his hand against her waist, a shiver ran through her, cold at first, then warm in an aching and familiar way. Her cheeks reddened, and she was grateful he could not see. She was uninterested in sharing a saddle with this man for much longer, much less anything else. It had just been, well a while since she'd had a moment like that.
Her scalp prickled when he leaned in again. Although he was only trying to make sure he was heard, Colt leaned a bit away. "That explains the tan," she calls back to him, choosing to focus on the Torchline answer more than the House of Midnight one. Although the nearby house attracted many a person, it's enchantments were certainly one of its main appeals.
They pulled up to the barn before she could broach any additional wind-torn topics. Colt slipped off with a practiced ease, not even waiting for the horse to fully stop. "Stay on," she remarked to him as she stalked quickly to a shed. She vanished for a moment then reappeared with a bridle on her shoulder and a saddle hooked on her hip. "He's yours for the night. Name's Chip." She said it with a grunt as she slid the saddle onto a nearby wooden post that came out from the wall. The bridle stayed around her shoulder, but swung around to her front as she marched into the main barn and vanished inside a stall. Another beat later and a buckskin mare was bridled and plodding along obediently behind her. "Hold the reins like an ice cream cone you don't want to melt," she instructed as she used her hand to brush minimal debris from the horse's back. "Keep your hand down, don't get in his way, he knows what he's doing better than you do." She slung a pad and then a saddle on in turn. The mare stood mostly still, taking the occasional step as she reached for scraps of food on the floor, like individual strands of hay. "Draw your hand towards your hip if you want him to turn. He'll turn the same way your hand goes." Colt cinched up the mare tight and tested the saddle before glancing back at him. "Press your heels against his side to speed up, hold them out and sit back to slow down. Keep. Your. Heels. Down." She swung up into the saddle, sliding the split reins between one finger as she settled into the stirrups.
"Ready?"
Her scalp prickled when he leaned in again. Although he was only trying to make sure he was heard, Colt leaned a bit away. "That explains the tan," she calls back to him, choosing to focus on the Torchline answer more than the House of Midnight one. Although the nearby house attracted many a person, it's enchantments were certainly one of its main appeals.
They pulled up to the barn before she could broach any additional wind-torn topics. Colt slipped off with a practiced ease, not even waiting for the horse to fully stop. "Stay on," she remarked to him as she stalked quickly to a shed. She vanished for a moment then reappeared with a bridle on her shoulder and a saddle hooked on her hip. "He's yours for the night. Name's Chip." She said it with a grunt as she slid the saddle onto a nearby wooden post that came out from the wall. The bridle stayed around her shoulder, but swung around to her front as she marched into the main barn and vanished inside a stall. Another beat later and a buckskin mare was bridled and plodding along obediently behind her. "Hold the reins like an ice cream cone you don't want to melt," she instructed as she used her hand to brush minimal debris from the horse's back. "Keep your hand down, don't get in his way, he knows what he's doing better than you do." She slung a pad and then a saddle on in turn. The mare stood mostly still, taking the occasional step as she reached for scraps of food on the floor, like individual strands of hay. "Draw your hand towards your hip if you want him to turn. He'll turn the same way your hand goes." Colt cinched up the mare tight and tested the saddle before glancing back at him. "Press your heels against his side to speed up, hold them out and sit back to slow down. Keep. Your. Heels. Down." She swung up into the saddle, sliding the split reins between one finger as she settled into the stirrups.
"Ready?"
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.
