// You could be lonely, or heartbroken—Or hungover from the night before //
The look Thorn gives her doesn't go unnoticed, and it's why she can barely address Vesper beyond instructions. For this task though, she trusts his skills to keep him the safest. Trusts him to have her back too, if need be. Besides, knowing what she should do is a lot easier than actually doing it. It's why she can't hold the grin back when he grumbles, her drawled retort out before she's even thought about it. "My, have we finally found your limit honey? After everything, it's gate duty that does you in?" She clicks her tongue with playful disapproval. It’s also why she keeps stealing glances as they move down the line of bulls, still wondering at the parts of him she hasn’t figured out yet.
The last bull thunders out and the rider's off at 6 seconds, earning applause all the same from the gathered group because getting on at all is worth some recognition. She releases a pleased sigh, finally content with what they managed to get done, and ready for the real thing now. Men and horses steadily disperse with dogs at their heels, out to push various stock to bed for the night before they themselves consider the same.
Colt jumps down from the railing asZenith and Hawthorn make their way back from the vendor alley. "Well friends, looks like we’re all set." Her hands land on her hips, satisfied as she surveys the settling dust and fading hoofprints. "Appreciate the help. You’re welcome to stay for dinner—ranch hands are going full barbeque, and you’ve more than earned a seat." She glances at each of them with an easy, if tired smile. "Zenith, don't be a stranger now." She gives him a quick wink, still not sure about him but he's quiet and puts his head down to work so she can get along with that well enough. "Thorn, stop by my house before you leave?" She needs his eye for an outfit.
Her voice softens more than she means it to, gaze catching on blue just a little too long. "Ves... good to see you again." It’s not what she means to say, but anything more might crack something open, and she can't let him see everything she's trying to keep buried. So she leaves it at and turns to walk away with a wave, intending to see some men about some ribs.
Done, thanks everyone!
[FIN]
The last bull thunders out and the rider's off at 6 seconds, earning applause all the same from the gathered group because getting on at all is worth some recognition. She releases a pleased sigh, finally content with what they managed to get done, and ready for the real thing now. Men and horses steadily disperse with dogs at their heels, out to push various stock to bed for the night before they themselves consider the same.
Colt jumps down from the railing as
Her voice softens more than she means it to, gaze catching on blue just a little too long. "Ves... good to see you again." It’s not what she means to say, but anything more might crack something open, and she can't let him see everything she's trying to keep buried. So she leaves it at and turns to walk away with a wave, intending to see some men about some ribs.
Done, thanks everyone!
[FIN]
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.
