Colt
Lyra's explanation makes sense, but Colt can't keep the gristle from between her teeth at the slight, intended or otherwise. She'd forget about it soon, but not now. Too akin to fire, once something caught, it burned.
Still, Colt could be civil.
"The horses," she admitted as she tucked her hair behind her ears and turned back to look at Lyra. "People love unicorns," she shrugged, "I do too, but the horses have a lot of heart and less opinion on everything. The cows just taste good—they're dumber than dirt." A grin, then she was picking at some of the purple stain on her fingers. "I think you have to make room for what you want in your life, animals or otherwise." She was referring to Lyra's earlier remark, a bit uncertain how Lyra could claim to love something that had no current place in her life, no room afforded for it. Torchline was certainly not the place to ranch, but who knew, she could have a bay full of seahorses or something.
No, Lyra didn't love animals, she just loved the idea of them.
Colt leaned forward and got to her feet, hands brushing the dirt and grass from her rear. "It's good to get out more and see the world," she admitted, turning to regard her, one hand on her cocked hip. "Makes you appreciate home, or inspires you to bring the best back to it." Colt could certainly stand to travel more, although running into thick-headed strangers like Lyra reminded her why she preferred to stick to what she knew and liked. "You should come by the ranch one day, if you like. Can get you on a trail ride or something." Maybe by then Colt's ire would have chilled.
"Anyway, I'm afraid I have to head home and make sure the boys haven't forgotten to feed everyone. See ya around." She lifted a hand in departure and moved with familiar ease through the lands back to her home.
Still, Colt could be civil.
"The horses," she admitted as she tucked her hair behind her ears and turned back to look at Lyra. "People love unicorns," she shrugged, "I do too, but the horses have a lot of heart and less opinion on everything. The cows just taste good—they're dumber than dirt." A grin, then she was picking at some of the purple stain on her fingers. "I think you have to make room for what you want in your life, animals or otherwise." She was referring to Lyra's earlier remark, a bit uncertain how Lyra could claim to love something that had no current place in her life, no room afforded for it. Torchline was certainly not the place to ranch, but who knew, she could have a bay full of seahorses or something.
No, Lyra didn't love animals, she just loved the idea of them.
Colt leaned forward and got to her feet, hands brushing the dirt and grass from her rear. "It's good to get out more and see the world," she admitted, turning to regard her, one hand on her cocked hip. "Makes you appreciate home, or inspires you to bring the best back to it." Colt could certainly stand to travel more, although running into thick-headed strangers like Lyra reminded her why she preferred to stick to what she knew and liked. "You should come by the ranch one day, if you like. Can get you on a trail ride or something." Maybe by then Colt's ire would have chilled.
"Anyway, I'm afraid I have to head home and make sure the boys haven't forgotten to feed everyone. See ya around." She lifted a hand in departure and moved with familiar ease through the lands back to her home.
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.
