lately i've been leaning on what she swears is a feeling
It certainly could be worse, she supposes. Even if she has a few twigs stuck in her hair and leaves along her clothes. At least now she doesn’t have to meander aimlessly alone, sure that Colt would make sure she made it out of there. She doesn’t know much about the other woman, but she does know that she seemed a little buddy-buddy to her brother and that’s at least worth something. “Thanks.” She says with a soft laugh as she gets to work, kneeling down amongst flattened grass and dirt, figuring how much worse could her outfit really get?
She works as she listens, a lot of it not really making sense to the extent that she’s sure Colt means it in, but at least it’s elaborated enough that she can follow along. She pulls and tugs the weeds out and makes a neat little pile of the pesky things, moving down the line to the other edge of the hedge when she’s sure she’d gotten this portion of the hedge cleared out. “Oh, it’s all good. I dunno much about ranch life, honestly.” She admits with a chime of a sunny laugh.
But then she’s glancing over at Colt curiously, head tilting as a stray golden curl brushes against her shoulder. “Are ya happy, at least?” With the work, with the tasks she had, the life she was living.
She works as she listens, a lot of it not really making sense to the extent that she’s sure Colt means it in, but at least it’s elaborated enough that she can follow along. She pulls and tugs the weeds out and makes a neat little pile of the pesky things, moving down the line to the other edge of the hedge when she’s sure she’d gotten this portion of the hedge cleared out. “Oh, it’s all good. I dunno much about ranch life, honestly.” She admits with a chime of a sunny laugh.
But then she’s glancing over at Colt curiously, head tilting as a stray golden curl brushes against her shoulder. “Are ya happy, at least?” With the work, with the tasks she had, the life she was living.
Calypso
but she don't believe in mistakes
