COLT
Now, Colt is not a master boater (just the other thing). She has been on a boat, a ship, whatever the difference even is, a time or two both sea and sky. So she isn't fully certain when those sails seems to expand if that's good or bad.
She soon learns it's not good, for her.
The sheep slices through the wind with unmistakable power and grace, and regrettably, an increase in speed. The buttermilk body beneath her dashes madly, certain his time is nigh, head tossed and rolling with a wildness born of fear. Colt keeps rhythm with him, breathless with the speed as she submits to hanging on, especially as he teleports to the side with the introduction of the horse-eating birds. His shoulder drops—she feels like she's riding air. It's a blink, barely, and then the leg around him hooks her along the sideways path he carves into the ground, leaving just her stomach behind. Her fists grow white on the horn and another orange pops free and bounces away.
Gritting her teeth, Colt reaches in and grabs for something, anything in her grocery pack. She pulls out a bunch of bananas, and ripping them off, throws them one by one towards the Firecracker merrily sailing along.
She soon learns it's not good, for her.
The sheep slices through the wind with unmistakable power and grace, and regrettably, an increase in speed. The buttermilk body beneath her dashes madly, certain his time is nigh, head tossed and rolling with a wildness born of fear. Colt keeps rhythm with him, breathless with the speed as she submits to hanging on, especially as he teleports to the side with the introduction of the horse-eating birds. His shoulder drops—she feels like she's riding air. It's a blink, barely, and then the leg around him hooks her along the sideways path he carves into the ground, leaving just her stomach behind. Her fists grow white on the horn and another orange pops free and bounces away.
Gritting her teeth, Colt reaches in and grabs for something, anything in her grocery pack. She pulls out a bunch of bananas, and ripping them off, throws them one by one towards the Firecracker merrily sailing along.
Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
It's gonna hurt every now and then
If you fall, get back on again
Ride, baby, ride
It's gonna hurt every now and then
If you fall, get back on again
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.
