Colt
As they mount up and ride out, Colt gives an affectionate gasp once she sees Sunjata's nayayalayla form. It's adorable and she calls out to him, "you should go like that more often, you're much cuter!" Laughing to herself, because her humor is usually just for her anyway, she puts the reins around the saddle horn so they don't fall. The horse is trucking along with the rest of the group, so she doesn't need to direct it. "Time to kill two birds with one stone," she mutters, lifting one leg out of the stirrups and also hooking it around the horn, at the knee. She fishes the pen she'd tossed in their earlier, and grabs the wrinkled paper from her back pocket. Slapping out the paper into as smooth a surface as she can, she lays it over her boot and pantleg, not the best of tables, but it'd do. She twisted the pen, tapping it a bit on the tip of her tongue before jotting down some chicken scratch shit for the Family. "Here's your rent muthafuckers," she grumbled.
The quick purple Vox jumps over the log
He slipped, he tripped, he hit his nog
Along hopped over a helpful frog
He ate it.
The lowing of nearby yaks snagged her attention back up, and hastily she shoved the sonnet back in her rear pocket, the pen holstered in her boot as she freed her leg and slid it back into the stirrup. She whistled and hollared something incomprehensible at the dogs, but each listened and dropped abruptly into the grasses. She gripped the reins in her left fingers, sitting a bit deeper in the saddle to slow down her ride while the four men peeled off as planned. Under the brim of her hat she watched Sunjata approach them, and his size was small, too small she thought as she bit at her bottom lip in worry. He could handle himself, she knew, but she didn't want to have to live down any painful stories about him avoiding a stampede that her advice got him into. "Jim! Randy! Get up closer ta the front, the herd's shifting!" she bellowed out at her hands, the rising tide of large feet sweeping closer to Sunjata in a way she didn't like.
"PEGASUS!" She called to him, those yak horns beginning to toss in a threatening way. Curiosity was turning into bullying and fast.
The quick purple Vox jumps over the log
He slipped, he tripped, he hit his nog
Along hopped over a helpful frog
He ate it.
The lowing of nearby yaks snagged her attention back up, and hastily she shoved the sonnet back in her rear pocket, the pen holstered in her boot as she freed her leg and slid it back into the stirrup. She whistled and hollared something incomprehensible at the dogs, but each listened and dropped abruptly into the grasses. She gripped the reins in her left fingers, sitting a bit deeper in the saddle to slow down her ride while the four men peeled off as planned. Under the brim of her hat she watched Sunjata approach them, and his size was small, too small she thought as she bit at her bottom lip in worry. He could handle himself, she knew, but she didn't want to have to live down any painful stories about him avoiding a stampede that her advice got him into. "Jim! Randy! Get up closer ta the front, the herd's shifting!" she bellowed out at her hands, the rising tide of large feet sweeping closer to Sunjata in a way she didn't like.
"PEGASUS!" She called to him, those yak horns beginning to toss in a threatening way. Curiosity was turning into bullying and fast.
I ain't gonna be that easy to leave
I'm gonna make you miss me
I'm gonna make you miss me
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.
