COLT
"Don't think I've ever been thanked by someone for punching them," she says with a wry twist of her lips, glancing sidelong at him. Like a cat that doesn’t have all nine, she ought to know better, but she just can’t keep the curiosity in check when it comes to him. No matter what they’re doing, he’s utterly in his element—it feels as if he doesn’t just beckon shadows, but is comprised of them, slipping into every pocket of the world as if it were made for him to claim. Even now, he's perched upon the wagon with a muted authority, nothing but the stillness of a trigger before the pull. It might have unnerved her, likely should, but then he'd smile in that lopsided way of his and the stars would blink on like they'd been waiting for him—the dark felt less like a threat then, more like a choice.
She glances back to the road as they plod along, striving to keep the bumps minimal, but much of it isn't up to her. The road is prone to developing dips with the rains, puddles gathering and growing with each passing wheel or foot that strikes them when they're soft. Now, baked under the sun, the grooves remain like an undesirable tale of weather and time. They're not likely to get smoothed out again anytime soon. Still, she does what she can with a practiced rein, uninterested in breaking the wagon or their asses with a regrettable lurch. The mist that floats here like an aboveground sea doesn't help, and she hunches up against its eerie press.
Slipping the reins under a boot heel, she reaches up with both hands above her head in a tall stretch, back bowing into it and away from the stiff wooden seat with a weary groan. As her arms fall back to her sides she rolls her neck, sighing softly, before sliding down to rest over her knees. Her hair spills gradually over her shoulders as she gathers the reins back in hand. "Darlin', I think my sterling company and a pit stop don't even scratch the surface of my debts." She tilts her head to regard him, blowin' out the corner of her mouth at a strand of hair in her way. "But happy to oblige." She offers a faint smile before glancing back at the unicorn team pulling them. She waits for him to motion where exactly he wants to have her stop before queuing the two bays to whoa.
She glances back to the road as they plod along, striving to keep the bumps minimal, but much of it isn't up to her. The road is prone to developing dips with the rains, puddles gathering and growing with each passing wheel or foot that strikes them when they're soft. Now, baked under the sun, the grooves remain like an undesirable tale of weather and time. They're not likely to get smoothed out again anytime soon. Still, she does what she can with a practiced rein, uninterested in breaking the wagon or their asses with a regrettable lurch. The mist that floats here like an aboveground sea doesn't help, and she hunches up against its eerie press.
Slipping the reins under a boot heel, she reaches up with both hands above her head in a tall stretch, back bowing into it and away from the stiff wooden seat with a weary groan. As her arms fall back to her sides she rolls her neck, sighing softly, before sliding down to rest over her knees. Her hair spills gradually over her shoulders as she gathers the reins back in hand. "Darlin', I think my sterling company and a pit stop don't even scratch the surface of my debts." She tilts her head to regard him, blowin' out the corner of her mouth at a strand of hair in her way. "But happy to oblige." She offers a faint smile before glancing back at the unicorn team pulling them. She waits for him to motion where exactly he wants to have her stop before queuing the two bays to whoa.
If I go missing, don't bother looking, I'm probably just riding the wind
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
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.
