Colt
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
Colt's eyes cracked open as a voice, one she didn't recognize, answered her plea. A bit hesitant, she lifted her head, glancing around but seeing no one, at first. The chimes seem to clack with renewed force against each other, and the flame billows around, something. With the gut-gripping feeling that she had invited something else into the space, much like when playing with a Ouija board, Colt offered a wary smile. "What would be a better prize?" she wondered of it, honestly open to suggestions. Realizing perhaps it needed more context, she offered more information, something that might prove enticing, unaware others might not feel as giddy as she did about the ranching shows. "It'll be for a rodeo. You should come!" Could it come? What was it even?
It manifests like a blur near her and she turns a sharp eye to it, but can't quite get it into focus. It's skeletal, and strange, and she presses her lips together in quiet resilience. It did not seem harmful, so far, but it did not provide the inviting warmth she was otherwise accustomed to at this shrine. Living near so many tombs had transpired a few things that went bump in the night, so Colt was not innately afraid, but she also stayed tense. "Maybe you'd like a performance at the event?" She tried to offer another smile again, but only half of her lips cooperated. "We need more entertainment options." Maybe it could loiter in some hallways and she could turn it into a haunted rodeo once the sun went down.
It manifests like a blur near her and she turns a sharp eye to it, but can't quite get it into focus. It's skeletal, and strange, and she presses her lips together in quiet resilience. It did not seem harmful, so far, but it did not provide the inviting warmth she was otherwise accustomed to at this shrine. Living near so many tombs had transpired a few things that went bump in the night, so Colt was not innately afraid, but she also stayed tense. "Maybe you'd like a performance at the event?" She tried to offer another smile again, but only half of her lips cooperated. "We need more entertainment options." Maybe it could loiter in some hallways and she could turn it into a haunted rodeo once the sun went down.
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
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.
