doing fine enough to know that everyone's a little broken
Offering up some horses to the Dragoons is the least she can do, a small help with travel and transport amid the chaos of their forced evacuation. She can’t really fathom what it’s like—being uprooted, losing a place like that—so she keeps her gestures simple: what she can offer, what she knows. Some sweet tea, some wagons, and her lay of the land.
She loaned Koa Beans, the dark colored horse he'd remember from the Ursur hunt. She’s riding a younger grey mare, Pepper, and using the trip to put some training on the youngster who needs to practice patience on the trail. After a lot of bit-fighting, a few rolled spurs, and one bout of cussing, Colt leads Koa through the gambit’s heart, with Pepper put into a proper sweat. "What d’you think? This your new Dragoon HQ?" Colt asks, glancing over at Koa as they pull up near the blazing fire.
She tips her head with a faint smile, not quite sure this is what he pictured, but it’s private, it’s mysterious. Perfect HQ material.
She loaned Koa Beans, the dark colored horse he'd remember from the Ursur hunt. She’s riding a younger grey mare, Pepper, and using the trip to put some training on the youngster who needs to practice patience on the trail. After a lot of bit-fighting, a few rolled spurs, and one bout of cussing, Colt leads Koa through the gambit’s heart, with Pepper put into a proper sweat. "What d’you think? This your new Dragoon HQ?" Colt asks, glancing over at Koa as they pull up near the blazing fire.
She tips her head with a faint smile, not quite sure this is what he pictured, but it’s private, it’s mysterious. Perfect HQ material.
For the first time in a long time, I'm doing fine
COLT
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.
