COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
The day was winding into evening as Colt and her steed, Beans, plodded through the massive trees, their Rodeo notice posted. "Whoa," she said quietly, almost unneeded as her heels pulled away from his sides and he jerked to an attentive halt. "Let's camp here for the night buddy," she said with a groan as she swung around and slid from the saddle. Beans immediately shuffled away from her, his eyes on some delicious foliage sprouting around the massive tree trunks. Although he deserved a reprimand, Colt didn't have it in her after all the walking he'd been doing, he needed to catch his food on the go and fill up when they rested, so she just gave his passing butt a series of affectionate pats.
"Alright, alright, just wait a second and it'll be easier to eat, silly beast," she murmured to him as she walked back to his head. In a quick motion she slid the bridle off and slung it over her shoulders, making a face as she plucked spit-slathered weeds from the bit. Next she tugged on the girth to loosen it and slid the saddle off into her chest. His sweat was a dark sheen against his coat, and she reminded herself they should bathe sooner than later tonight.
The saddle slid to her hip and Colt carried it towards a flatter portion of ground near a large tree. It offered a nub along it's trunk that she fitted the bridle on, and against it she set the saddle down on it's horn. She adjusted the pad along the top of it, letting the wet underside air out. Beneath it, she riffled with some buckles for her own bedroll and supplies, a meager assortment of food and a canteen. Maybe she could grab a fish while they bathed.
"Alright, alright, just wait a second and it'll be easier to eat, silly beast," she murmured to him as she walked back to his head. In a quick motion she slid the bridle off and slung it over her shoulders, making a face as she plucked spit-slathered weeds from the bit. Next she tugged on the girth to loosen it and slid the saddle off into her chest. His sweat was a dark sheen against his coat, and she reminded herself they should bathe sooner than later tonight.
The saddle slid to her hip and Colt carried it towards a flatter portion of ground near a large tree. It offered a nub along it's trunk that she fitted the bridle on, and against it she set the saddle down on it's horn. She adjusted the pad along the top of it, letting the wet underside air out. Beneath it, she riffled with some buckles for her own bedroll and supplies, a meager assortment of food and a canteen. Maybe she could grab a fish while they bathed.
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.
