// You could be lonely, or heartbroken—Or hungover from the night before //
A grin returns the familiar voice's greeting as she brightens at the sight of Thorn. He'd told her he'd come, so she's not surprised, but given how busy he keeps himself she wouldn't have blamed him if the idea of coming to do some labor at the end of the day ended up keeping him home. "Thorn!" she says warmly, hugging him before he grabs his drink and snack. Releasing him to sink back against the railing, a support to be grateful for when she catches sight of the next arrival.
Vesper is a surprise that snatches her up into something breathless for a moment. She didn't expect to see him again until the day of the rodeo—needed that time to finish shoring up all the defenses he'd pulled down so effortlessly. Even now, his easy smile and the syrup of his voice slide over the edges of her, testing without trying. "Vesper," she welcomes him with a twist of a smile, glad to see him, always glad to see him, despite her having to do her damndest to ignore the sun-stroked thoughts he conjures. When he isn't looking, she aims a pointed glance at Thorn, eyebrows dramatically raised.
Downing her beer as the last man arrives, she glances at Zenith with the quiet curiosity of someone she hasn't quite finished making a judgement call about. She pats her gloves on her pants as she shoves off the arena railing, slipping them over her hands as she addresses them all. "Alright, we need—" whatever else she'd been about to say is cut off by a sudden yell to look out and a clang of metal straining under newfound weight. Across the way a bull busts through a failing chute, head high with authority as he surveys the new opening of the arena and all its distractions upon which to set his anger. Territorial at the best of times, irritated at being moved currently, the impressive weight and muscle of the beast ripples with dangerous intent as he charges across the dirt. Chaos ensues as the present men, horses, and dogs all scramble out of the way. Ranch hands in the back yell out, one new gate opening fast, though it's on the other side.
Round 1: Don't get gored and lead the bull into the newly opened gate to get him out of the arena!
Vesper is a surprise that snatches her up into something breathless for a moment. She didn't expect to see him again until the day of the rodeo—needed that time to finish shoring up all the defenses he'd pulled down so effortlessly. Even now, his easy smile and the syrup of his voice slide over the edges of her, testing without trying. "Vesper," she welcomes him with a twist of a smile, glad to see him, always glad to see him, despite her having to do her damndest to ignore the sun-stroked thoughts he conjures. When he isn't looking, she aims a pointed glance at Thorn, eyebrows dramatically raised.
Downing her beer as the last man arrives, she glances at Zenith with the quiet curiosity of someone she hasn't quite finished making a judgement call about. She pats her gloves on her pants as she shoves off the arena railing, slipping them over her hands as she addresses them all. "Alright, we need—" whatever else she'd been about to say is cut off by a sudden yell to look out and a clang of metal straining under newfound weight. Across the way a bull busts through a failing chute, head high with authority as he surveys the new opening of the arena and all its distractions upon which to set his anger. Territorial at the best of times, irritated at being moved currently, the impressive weight and muscle of the beast ripples with dangerous intent as he charges across the dirt. Chaos ensues as the present men, horses, and dogs all scramble out of the way. Ranch hands in the back yell out, one new gate opening fast, though it's on the other side.
Round 1: Don't get gored and lead the bull into the newly opened gate to get him out of the arena!
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.
