COLT
I wouldn't paint me as a heartbreaker
But I've said a few goodbyes
I'd make a promise but I know later
I'm bound to change my mind
But I've said a few goodbyes
I'd make a promise but I know later
I'm bound to change my mind
Beans plods along beside her, his reins draped loosely against the saddlehorn. Something about walking along next to him felt a bit better, for this stretch anyway, at least while there's still light in the sky and no hurry to get back to an empty house. She stretches against the wear of the day, rolling her shoulder twice to ease the ache from all the back-and-forth town runs and the long day spent helping the Dragoons move. The flurry of activity around here lately has been a nice distraction from her own head, but her steps slow a bit when the old wishing well comes into view. She's never tried the trick it supposedly has, but it seems harmless enough, and she could use some good dreams for once.
She stops, attention drifting from the well to the last sip in her beer bottle. She swirls it, squinting at the dregs, contemplating whether to savor it or just finish it off. Beans stills beside her without hesitation, and she pats his neck affectionately. "C'mon, you deserve some," she murmurs, tipping the bottle toward him. He lifts his head, curious—and maybe a little familiar. She pours the last of it down, and he licks it up noisily.
"Alright, now got any shiny pebbles bud?" she asks softly as she slides the empty bottle into her pack on the saddle, glancing around the ground for something that would glint adequately.
She stops, attention drifting from the well to the last sip in her beer bottle. She swirls it, squinting at the dregs, contemplating whether to savor it or just finish it off. Beans stills beside her without hesitation, and she pats his neck affectionately. "C'mon, you deserve some," she murmurs, tipping the bottle toward him. He lifts his head, curious—and maybe a little familiar. She pours the last of it down, and he licks it up noisily.
"Alright, now got any shiny pebbles bud?" she asks softly as she slides the empty bottle into her pack on the saddle, glancing around the ground for something that would glint adequately.
Depending on the weather, I'm goin'
And hell, baby, nobody knows when
Maybe I wouldn't be already gone again
If it weren't for the wind
And hell, baby, nobody knows when
Maybe I wouldn't be already gone again
If it weren't for the wind
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.
