COLT
There it is, that damn look to him that's all warning bells and the best cup of coffee in the morning at the same time. He's probably the one that could convince everyone to jump off a bridge if he asked. Her attention flicks over to him with a curl of humor, shaking her head with a chuckle. "Not so sure that's the right crowd," she murmurs, wondering if that's his world. Trouble indeed if so.
At his take on a rodeo she laughs loud and long, "you aren't far off the mark," she hums. "It's a way for cowboys to compete and test their skills against each other. There's several different events, each tied to something you'd have to do in some form or another on a ranch. This settles all the shit taking the hands otherwise do all day, and gives them some earnings to walk away with for the trouble, and the risk." Her mirth quiets to a grim line, remembering a few accidents over the years, some where the horse died, some where the men died. "Team roping, barrel racing, calf tying, bronc riding, and the big ticket item—bull riding. Longest 8 seconds of your life on the back of a bull." She can't keep the passion out of her voice, the love for the life and the strength it takes to saddle up and ride fear like that.
There's a wistful desire too, because those riders are always something worth looking at, and it makes a girl want to get a pair of horns for herself. "Sunjata offered to play the part of a bull with some of his shifts," she grins, fond of her Archon and his easy heart. "So that seemed like a new spin on an old thing and I thought I'd see around for who else might be willing to buck the people of Caido onto their asses. Even if you don't compete, a rodeo's just fun." A delighted gleam enters her eyes as the idea slowly becomes more real with each passing day and completed task. "Just need to repair the arena and the stands, gather the vendors for all the food, and start to assemble the entrants." It sounds simple said like that, but the work will consume her.
Her attention falls from him to the broken staircase that looms, and at his direction she directs the team closer to the area around it, to the high barrow he pointed out. "Family?" she asks curiously as the wagon rolls over the hill, groaning as it stops and the unicorns shift against the tug of it settling. No angry ghosts so far. "A grave?" she reasons, glancing around, as if expecting his family's marker might be some obsidian monolith.
At his take on a rodeo she laughs loud and long, "you aren't far off the mark," she hums. "It's a way for cowboys to compete and test their skills against each other. There's several different events, each tied to something you'd have to do in some form or another on a ranch. This settles all the shit taking the hands otherwise do all day, and gives them some earnings to walk away with for the trouble, and the risk." Her mirth quiets to a grim line, remembering a few accidents over the years, some where the horse died, some where the men died. "Team roping, barrel racing, calf tying, bronc riding, and the big ticket item—bull riding. Longest 8 seconds of your life on the back of a bull." She can't keep the passion out of her voice, the love for the life and the strength it takes to saddle up and ride fear like that.
There's a wistful desire too, because those riders are always something worth looking at, and it makes a girl want to get a pair of horns for herself. "Sunjata offered to play the part of a bull with some of his shifts," she grins, fond of her Archon and his easy heart. "So that seemed like a new spin on an old thing and I thought I'd see around for who else might be willing to buck the people of Caido onto their asses. Even if you don't compete, a rodeo's just fun." A delighted gleam enters her eyes as the idea slowly becomes more real with each passing day and completed task. "Just need to repair the arena and the stands, gather the vendors for all the food, and start to assemble the entrants." It sounds simple said like that, but the work will consume her.
Her attention falls from him to the broken staircase that looms, and at his direction she directs the team closer to the area around it, to the high barrow he pointed out. "Family?" she asks curiously as the wagon rolls over the hill, groaning as it stops and the unicorns shift against the tug of it settling. No angry ghosts so far. "A grave?" she reasons, glancing around, as if expecting his family's marker might be some obsidian monolith.
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.
