COLT
There's the start of a smile playing out on her lips as the ruckus gives way to a voice, catching only snippets of the half-hearted insult above the the dock groaning against the sigh of the sea. She doesn't place its owner immediately, not until he appears along the rail with the loose-limbed confidence of someone who doesn’t fight the sway underfoot, just moves with it. He's thrown into the haze of low light and sharp shadows, a bit hard to discern, except for an all too recognizable gaze that seems like he's figured out how to set ice on fire.
His salute sends her smile all the way, full recognition settling as she calls out to him. "Nice dinghy!" The best equivalent she can muster to a cow. "You looking for more work? I'm gonna be castrating all the calves soon, happy to give you some rocky mountain oysters in return." The edge of a laugh comes in, already knowing the answer she'll get, although for all his evident lack of comfort in the saddle he'd managed rather well.
His salute sends her smile all the way, full recognition settling as she calls out to him. "Nice dinghy!" The best equivalent she can muster to a cow. "You looking for more work? I'm gonna be castrating all the calves soon, happy to give you some rocky mountain oysters in return." The edge of a laugh comes in, already knowing the answer she'll get, although for all his evident lack of comfort in the saddle he'd managed rather well.
If I go missing, don't bother looking, I'm probably just riding the wind
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
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.
