Colt
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
The night can only mute the heat here, especially one so young still. She depends on the wind to bring anything helpful, but even that feels like dog breath panting unnecessarily warm and quick against her. She'd pull of her chest and fan them, but it'd just be stirring more hot air and burning energy that'd make her run hotter.
As he slows, sweat-slicked, she doesn't blame him. Though she'd like to hurry through this, to put it behind them and return to brighter fields full of life and water and something familiar, the speed they've already managed is all thanks to him. "I think I owe you a massive favor for this," she admits, leaning back to back with him, head resting on the top of his rump to stargaze for a minute and let the balance of staying on shift to more than her legs—though the sweat helps with that, sticking her to him more firmly. She peels her legs from him now to let air touch that portion, setting them higher up on his shoulders. "And a bath," she laughs, the pair of them bound to be covered in a layer of grit and salt.
Not the best decision perhaps to leave herself so vulnerable on his back in such a callous strip, but with his slower pace she's certain she can haul up before he'd need to be gone.
As he slows, sweat-slicked, she doesn't blame him. Though she'd like to hurry through this, to put it behind them and return to brighter fields full of life and water and something familiar, the speed they've already managed is all thanks to him. "I think I owe you a massive favor for this," she admits, leaning back to back with him, head resting on the top of his rump to stargaze for a minute and let the balance of staying on shift to more than her legs—though the sweat helps with that, sticking her to him more firmly. She peels her legs from him now to let air touch that portion, setting them higher up on his shoulders. "And a bath," she laughs, the pair of them bound to be covered in a layer of grit and salt.
Not the best decision perhaps to leave herself so vulnerable on his back in such a callous strip, but with his slower pace she's certain she can haul up before he'd need to be gone.
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
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.
