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 one new thing about riding him, she can't reprimand him into the curve of her every whim. On her horses, if she wants to slouch, she can slouch, and it's their job to put up with it. It's their job in fact, to do whatever it is she asks, and to do it smart and quick, full of heart and patience. She's certain if she attempted any of her usual tactics with him, that he'd leave her here in the desert for good.
She leans up, slow and lazy, hands still perched by his withers as he bows around for her hat. There's a smirk pulling on her lips at all his dramatic flair, each heavy breath and backward slanted ear like a string of snark she can only imagine. "Thanks," she says as he plucks it up, but as she reaches for it, expecting a hand off, he keeps it. His little head roots into the air like an obstinate pig, hat flapping up and down, the brim bending with each wave. Her gaze narrows, and as he does finally turn it towards her, she pulls at it with a dry "thaaaaaanks."
Although she should just be happy he didn't step on it, it's a little hard to find that glee when she's gotta wipe the streak of his dirt-slobber from it.
She leans up, slow and lazy, hands still perched by his withers as he bows around for her hat. There's a smirk pulling on her lips at all his dramatic flair, each heavy breath and backward slanted ear like a string of snark she can only imagine. "Thanks," she says as he plucks it up, but as she reaches for it, expecting a hand off, he keeps it. His little head roots into the air like an obstinate pig, hat flapping up and down, the brim bending with each wave. Her gaze narrows, and as he does finally turn it towards her, she pulls at it with a dry "thaaaaaanks."
Although she should just be happy he didn't step on it, it's a little hard to find that glee when she's gotta wipe the streak of his dirt-slobber from it.
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.
