COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
A few rocks scattered underhoof, sounding like strong rain as they slid and tumbled off each other on the sloping granite path. Colt leaned back in the saddle, adding her weight to the hindend tilt of her mare. Her steps were slow, but sure, as she picked her way through the treacherous path. One downside to her preference for horses was that their single toe didn't let them climb as assuredly as the unicorns. It had gotten her in a tight spot once or twice when trying to ride in the same spots as the horned beasts. "Easy girl," Colt murmured encouragingly.
"I don't know any of those people," Colt called back to him once her mare jumped the final stretch and was on more horizontal ground. Her nose wrinkled up in thought, and she reined her mount around to better regard him. "Sounds a bit dull!" She chose not to add, and sad. It seemed the kind of situation where someone wouldn't stand with you unless they were sure they didn't have pick you up. Now, not standing next to someone because they were wrong, that she could understand, but that wasn't what he'd said. Though, despite understanding it, she wouldn't do that either. If her friend was in a jam, she'd be there regardless. If her friend was wrong, she'd say that after they got their asses out of the fire, not during.
Not here just for chit chat, she bid her mare to resume the search. The hoofsteps rung with an echoing quality across the stone that was soothing, the sound tickling the right part of her brain. His words carried their own bounce against the rock as he wondered after her, and she shook her head with a smile at it. "It's just life," she said with a shrug, unable to see what was unique about what she was doing. Her kin, her friends, her team, they were one and the same in this. Different in other ways sure, but not this. "Are you never like this?" she challenged back, leaning forward now as her mare hiked up the other side of the shale, their search fruitless. He seemed... like someone still chasing something he hadn't quite named yet. For some reason, she hoped he’d find it.
"I don't know any of those people," Colt called back to him once her mare jumped the final stretch and was on more horizontal ground. Her nose wrinkled up in thought, and she reined her mount around to better regard him. "Sounds a bit dull!" She chose not to add, and sad. It seemed the kind of situation where someone wouldn't stand with you unless they were sure they didn't have pick you up. Now, not standing next to someone because they were wrong, that she could understand, but that wasn't what he'd said. Though, despite understanding it, she wouldn't do that either. If her friend was in a jam, she'd be there regardless. If her friend was wrong, she'd say that after they got their asses out of the fire, not during.
Not here just for chit chat, she bid her mare to resume the search. The hoofsteps rung with an echoing quality across the stone that was soothing, the sound tickling the right part of her brain. His words carried their own bounce against the rock as he wondered after her, and she shook her head with a smile at it. "It's just life," she said with a shrug, unable to see what was unique about what she was doing. Her kin, her friends, her team, they were one and the same in this. Different in other ways sure, but not this. "Are you never like this?" she challenged back, leaning forward now as her mare hiked up the other side of the shale, their search fruitless. He seemed... like someone still chasing something he hadn't quite named yet. For some reason, she hoped he’d find it.
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.
