// You could be lonely, or heartbroken—Or hungover from the night before //
The idea that had taken root last season had begun to sprout and climb into something visible and wild. Throughout the span of Longheat she'd been in discussions with vendors, traveled to and from the markets to get the supplies, repaired old bleachers into something to be proud of again, and even secured the prize belt buckle. Yet, the list remained long and the time to finish it seemed only to shorten. Through it all the ranch still required her attention for all it's day to day affairs. Every loose end began to bother her, and she figures it's finally time to own up to needing a bit of help with this job. So, she'd put the word out, sweetened with the promise of food and drinks for whoever is willing to come by and help her lay this to rest.
She's in the main arena, a handful of dogs scattered around it in various forms of sunbathing and general lazing. In the back, where you can't see, cattle can be heard lowing as they're whistled from one pen to another by some of her ranch hands. They're shifting the stock to specific corrals in preparation, and some of the dogs with energy to spare are helping. The flurry of their paws kicks up dust as they put pressure on the uncertain herd, nipping at a straggling fetlock or two before whipping around like rogue shadows under gates and over fences. A few men on horseback move around the arena, passing through or working on a youngster that needs a busy setting to be tested against.
Colt's busy laying out the ice chest full of water and beer along the bottom step of the bleachers, the tins of lemon cookies and brownies already beside it with small plates and napkins, held down with a polished rock on top to keep the wind from snagging them too. She's got gloves and chaps laid out in case the help joining her didn't dress for getting dirty. The worst of the day's heat is behind them as it starts to slip lower in the sky, but her hair is twisted back in a pony tail to keep her cool all the same. Sweat and dirt lines darken her yellow cotton shirt, testament to the work she's already done today. Jeans, chaps, hat, and boots finish her dress, all creased with some dust from earlier rides or equipment moves.
Sighing out a bit through her nose, Colt reaches over for one of the beers and cracks it, leaning against the arena railing as she waits.
Time to prep for the rodeo! Please post your character arriving and grabbing any gear, food, or beverages.
1. Colt
2. Hawthorn
3.Zenith
4. ???
She's in the main arena, a handful of dogs scattered around it in various forms of sunbathing and general lazing. In the back, where you can't see, cattle can be heard lowing as they're whistled from one pen to another by some of her ranch hands. They're shifting the stock to specific corrals in preparation, and some of the dogs with energy to spare are helping. The flurry of their paws kicks up dust as they put pressure on the uncertain herd, nipping at a straggling fetlock or two before whipping around like rogue shadows under gates and over fences. A few men on horseback move around the arena, passing through or working on a youngster that needs a busy setting to be tested against.
Colt's busy laying out the ice chest full of water and beer along the bottom step of the bleachers, the tins of lemon cookies and brownies already beside it with small plates and napkins, held down with a polished rock on top to keep the wind from snagging them too. She's got gloves and chaps laid out in case the help joining her didn't dress for getting dirty. The worst of the day's heat is behind them as it starts to slip lower in the sky, but her hair is twisted back in a pony tail to keep her cool all the same. Sweat and dirt lines darken her yellow cotton shirt, testament to the work she's already done today. Jeans, chaps, hat, and boots finish her dress, all creased with some dust from earlier rides or equipment moves.
Sighing out a bit through her nose, Colt reaches over for one of the beers and cracks it, leaning against the arena railing as she waits.
Time to prep for the rodeo! Please post your character arriving and grabbing any gear, food, or beverages.
1. Colt
2. Hawthorn
3.
4. ???
COLT
// Turn that frown into a smile real quick—There ain't nothin' that a beer can't fix //
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.
