// You could be lonely, or heartbroken—Or hungover from the night before //
She and Zenith fall into a rhythm of work that makes the task pass with little note. Hoist up the head, slide over the horn wraps, repeat. She only lifts her gaze up when the glimmer of his words scrawl against the air. Interesting. "Far be it from me to get in the middle of family matters," she says with a grunt that falls silent as one of the steers roots its head up and shoves her against the fence, knocking the wind from her for a minute. She drives an elbow against its shoulder, pushing it back out of her space with a grimace as she pulls back her air. "Doesn't much seem like tolerating your brother is the best approach. Might be worth talking it out—or try punching him, it helps." She shrugs, uncommitted to whatever Zenith decides. She's more curious about the start than the end.
"That oughta do it," she tells him as she leans up from the last steer, wiping a smear of dirt from her shoulder before popping back over the railing into the arena. "Heeeey, you boys done yet or what?" she calls over to Vesper and Hawthorn, glancing at the newly arranged panels with a satisfied smile. "We need to do some trial runs with the broncs next. Vesper andZenith, can one of you get up on the chutes and put on the bucking rigging? The other should open the gate when it's ready. Horses are already behind the gates waiting." She motions with a nod towards the six gates across from them, restless heads tossing behind slatted metal. "John and Mikey will run the horse out the arena after a few seconds, don't let another one out until it's gone."
Not expecting a problem with her directions, she looks over to Hawthorn. "Thorn, you and me are gonna fix up a hole in the judge's booth, follow me." She waits for him to fall into step with her before they mosey out of the arena and swing around behind it, steps to the raised booth climbed steadily. "What'ya think?" she asks when she's certain they're far enough away. She raises an expectant 'brow to him before arriving at the top of the platform, wood slats creaking under her boots. She grabs a plank from the bundle already set there, some shopping trip of hers from earlier in preparation. There's a hammer and some nails that she motions to as she fits the plank into one of the gaps, the old wood already ripped out.
Colt and Zen have put gear on the roping cattle and Ves and Thorn have repaired the busted panels, yay!
Round 3: Finish up your round 2 tasks. Vesper and Zenith are to test the broncs, one puts on bucking rigging on the broncs in the chutes and the other opens the gate one at a time to trial run. Thorn and Colt head up to repair the judge's booth.
"That oughta do it," she tells him as she leans up from the last steer, wiping a smear of dirt from her shoulder before popping back over the railing into the arena. "Heeeey, you boys done yet or what?" she calls over to Vesper and Hawthorn, glancing at the newly arranged panels with a satisfied smile. "We need to do some trial runs with the broncs next. Vesper and
Not expecting a problem with her directions, she looks over to Hawthorn. "Thorn, you and me are gonna fix up a hole in the judge's booth, follow me." She waits for him to fall into step with her before they mosey out of the arena and swing around behind it, steps to the raised booth climbed steadily. "What'ya think?" she asks when she's certain they're far enough away. She raises an expectant 'brow to him before arriving at the top of the platform, wood slats creaking under her boots. She grabs a plank from the bundle already set there, some shopping trip of hers from earlier in preparation. There's a hammer and some nails that she motions to as she fits the plank into one of the gaps, the old wood already ripped out.
Colt and Zen have put gear on the roping cattle and Ves and Thorn have repaired the busted panels, yay!
Round 3: Finish up your round 2 tasks. Vesper and Zenith are to test the broncs, one puts on bucking rigging on the broncs in the chutes and the other opens the gate one at a time to trial run. Thorn and Colt head up to repair the judge's booth.
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.
