COLT
Got a head full of noise
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
Colt can always appreciate someone who works hard, especially when they keep their head down while doing it. That Damien's smart enough to keep back a tick earns him greater favor than whatever his kitten's antics lost. She already knows he's capable of hand, but it's a rare thing to find someone who uses their head just as well. Maybe he had his moments yet.
With one last exchange to the man at her side Colt breaks away to the outer fence the Halovian lingers on, arms fisting into her jacket with a certain kind of relief. At Damien's question she glances back over her shoulder, seeming to see the whole ordeal for it's entirety for the first time. "Vaccinations for the herd," she says with a wag of her elbow towards the chute. The metal frame only lets one animal through at a time, and the men working it descend quick and sure on each new arrival to dose them. "Then sorting out the heifers from the cows, and who's pregnant and who's not. All need to stay in different pastures and get different food amounts." She nods towards the three makeshift pens where the chute-released animal gets sent into depending on which it is.
Her attention swings back in full to him, a bit of a wild grin creeping in even with all the wear of the day and the cold. "Most don't care—you looking to have a go at cowboying?" The glint in her gaze suggests she's not above turning anyone into a ranch hand for a day, might even look forward to watching a greenhorn in fact.
With one last exchange to the man at her side Colt breaks away to the outer fence the Halovian lingers on, arms fisting into her jacket with a certain kind of relief. At Damien's question she glances back over her shoulder, seeming to see the whole ordeal for it's entirety for the first time. "Vaccinations for the herd," she says with a wag of her elbow towards the chute. The metal frame only lets one animal through at a time, and the men working it descend quick and sure on each new arrival to dose them. "Then sorting out the heifers from the cows, and who's pregnant and who's not. All need to stay in different pastures and get different food amounts." She nods towards the three makeshift pens where the chute-released animal gets sent into depending on which it is.
Her attention swings back in full to him, a bit of a wild grin creeping in even with all the wear of the day and the cold. "Most don't care—you looking to have a go at cowboying?" The glint in her gaze suggests she's not above turning anyone into a ranch hand for a day, might even look forward to watching a greenhorn in fact.
Got the wind in my hair
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
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.
