COLT
The feeling of flight can't be fully enjoyed until he's reached the height to level out and soar, releasing her from her wrestling match with gravity and softening the angle of the rain that had driven in sharp and cruel on the climb. She exhales, making room for the wonder of it all as the clouds part around them in wisps and sprays of storm-soaked mist, bursting with an unexpected warmth. The storm feels like an old friend up here—the smattering of sinking light cresting among gathered shadows, the temperate eddies drifting around them—it’s something else entirely. One of her hands unwinds from his mane, reaching tentatively into the clouds like she might catch them if she's fast or clever enough.
Her ranch darts past below, and Colt has an unusual sense of just how small it really is when weighed against the expanse rolling out beneath water-wicking wings. Not that she's ashamed, it's just a new perspective, where mountainous things become pebbles that can be easily pocketed.
She leans in against his neck, one hand bracing against the strong muscle there to steady herself and give her voice a better shot at cutting through the wind. "We could just do the unicorn pastures, instead of the entire perimeter. Would reduce it by nearly a third." It’s the wild unicorns she’s trying to stop, the ones threatening her unicorn herd. The cattle, tucked safely in their own section of the property, aren’t the issue. "They're in that southeast stretch over there," she adds, pointing toward the slope of the meadows. She’s not sure if he can see where she means, but hopes the explanation carries.
The edge of the pastures draws up neatly beneath them, looking oversimplified and not like a daily chore for her. It's a labor of love, at least.
When the sound tears from him, Colt perks up—her drifting thoughts, simmered in bliss, snapping back into focus. She can feel him shift beneath her, the oncoming descent sending her fingers twisting tightly back into his mane as air rushes up to meet them. Her stomach dips with the drop, but it's a splash of delight for the way he masterfully cuts through the drenched air like it's nothing, at the way the storm tries to hold her back from him as air slips between her thighs in challenge. A peal of laughter strikes with the lightning, hips tilting to sink deeper against him, legs tightening as she sticks with his movements and they glide back down through a sky trying to burn while it drowns.
Her ranch darts past below, and Colt has an unusual sense of just how small it really is when weighed against the expanse rolling out beneath water-wicking wings. Not that she's ashamed, it's just a new perspective, where mountainous things become pebbles that can be easily pocketed.
She leans in against his neck, one hand bracing against the strong muscle there to steady herself and give her voice a better shot at cutting through the wind. "We could just do the unicorn pastures, instead of the entire perimeter. Would reduce it by nearly a third." It’s the wild unicorns she’s trying to stop, the ones threatening her unicorn herd. The cattle, tucked safely in their own section of the property, aren’t the issue. "They're in that southeast stretch over there," she adds, pointing toward the slope of the meadows. She’s not sure if he can see where she means, but hopes the explanation carries.
The edge of the pastures draws up neatly beneath them, looking oversimplified and not like a daily chore for her. It's a labor of love, at least.
When the sound tears from him, Colt perks up—her drifting thoughts, simmered in bliss, snapping back into focus. She can feel him shift beneath her, the oncoming descent sending her fingers twisting tightly back into his mane as air rushes up to meet them. Her stomach dips with the drop, but it's a splash of delight for the way he masterfully cuts through the drenched air like it's nothing, at the way the storm tries to hold her back from him as air slips between her thighs in challenge. A peal of laughter strikes with the lightning, hips tilting to sink deeper against him, legs tightening as she sticks with his movements and they glide back down through a sky trying to burn while it drowns.
I ain't sayin' that I always sleep alone
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
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.
