Colt
She's a runner, she's a lover, always stuck in her ways
Pull her closer, think you know her, now she's turning the page
She gave a warning if it's storming, she'll be gone with the rain
Pull her closer, think you know her, now she's turning the page
She gave a warning if it's storming, she'll be gone with the rain
The first day of actual good weather they've had and she took off from her work like a shot. There's more to do, of course there is. There's always more to do, that's the problem. She's long since given up on ever seeing the end of a to-do list, so she isn't about to let the guilt of that become a cloud over this otherwise bright, perfectly sunny day. It's been miserable of late, and as much as she doesn't like the chill of Deepfrost, she's finding she misses it, because at least it hadn't tried to drown them all in mud and floodwater. It's why she's not about to waste the first hint of lasting sunshine on the backs of thankless cattle and rotten steeds.
Beans, thankfully, is not a rotten steed. He's grazing nearby, his tack undone beside him so he can rest easy too, lazily grazing on all the fresh growth bursting forth. Colt is setting up on a rockface nearby, bent over it to thwap her towel against it a few good times to get all the debris removed. It's angled just right to meet the sunlight without losing it to the trees, and not far away the stream that cuts through here trickles by merrily, the sound soothing and promising a quick refreshment if she should get too warm. She's doubtful that'll be the case, the heat a welcome reprieve instead of something unbearable like it'll become in Longheat.
Flapping the towel out now and laying it down carefully as a layer of comfort between her and the stone, she settles down on it. Slowly she casts off clothes, one piece at a time, dumping them beside the rock. First her boots, spurs chiming as they tumble down, and then her socks soundlessly flopping after them. Next she shimmies free of her jeans, the denim slapping into the ground with certainty. Her panties follow suit with a light flutter, because if she's going to work on her tan, she's going to get everything well golden. Few people come out this way, even fewer with all the mud to argue with, so she's content in her choice. Her shirt and bra join the growing heap, and she leans back with a sigh after fluffing her hair out behind her.
Beans, thankfully, is not a rotten steed. He's grazing nearby, his tack undone beside him so he can rest easy too, lazily grazing on all the fresh growth bursting forth. Colt is setting up on a rockface nearby, bent over it to thwap her towel against it a few good times to get all the debris removed. It's angled just right to meet the sunlight without losing it to the trees, and not far away the stream that cuts through here trickles by merrily, the sound soothing and promising a quick refreshment if she should get too warm. She's doubtful that'll be the case, the heat a welcome reprieve instead of something unbearable like it'll become in Longheat.
Flapping the towel out now and laying it down carefully as a layer of comfort between her and the stone, she settles down on it. Slowly she casts off clothes, one piece at a time, dumping them beside the rock. First her boots, spurs chiming as they tumble down, and then her socks soundlessly flopping after them. Next she shimmies free of her jeans, the denim slapping into the ground with certainty. Her panties follow suit with a light flutter, because if she's going to work on her tan, she's going to get everything well golden. Few people come out this way, even fewer with all the mud to argue with, so she's content in her choice. Her shirt and bra join the growing heap, and she leans back with a sigh after fluffing her hair out behind her.
When she's in it, she's all in it, ain't no holding her back
When I'm with her, she's a river moving steady and fast
She's afraid of all the ways her heart is broke like glass
When I'm with her, she's a river moving steady and fast
She's afraid of all the ways her heart is broke like glass
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.
