COLT
If it rains it pours so go pour one strong
When it comes to this life, we only get one
When it comes to this life, we only get one
She's brought a few of her stockier team down to the town to help drag some equipment through all this mud, trying to rework the roads back into something that can be called a road again. They're not the brightest bunch—seems to take a long time for a cue to reach their head, has to work hard to get through their bigger bodies and muscle she reasons. They're her wagon teams, so their place really is just to heave and ho and that's about all she needs out of them, and that's what they do just fine.
"Whoa," she says steadily to them, reins sliding through her hands as the team eases to a stop. She hops out of the wagon, stopping where the ground's still hard and she's not liable to get stuck, else she'll have a whole new set of problems on her hands. A few of the townsfolk come by to help her begin to unhitch them, the rigging they're going to wear for the work more individual based and better led behind them on foot with some long rein guidance. All tools she lacks, but the farmers and other helpful hands here have provided them, she just brought some extra horse power for the efforts to be done quick.
"Anything to get this place fair ready," she agrees to one man as she hands over the reins, leaving her with just one remaining in her own hands. A particularly large bay gelding, who's shoulder she thumps affectionately. "Alright Peanut, shall we?" Her 'brows lift as she faces down a lane of mud, some of it wriggling as it tries to reform into some memorized state after others have walked through it.
"Whoa," she says steadily to them, reins sliding through her hands as the team eases to a stop. She hops out of the wagon, stopping where the ground's still hard and she's not liable to get stuck, else she'll have a whole new set of problems on her hands. A few of the townsfolk come by to help her begin to unhitch them, the rigging they're going to wear for the work more individual based and better led behind them on foot with some long rein guidance. All tools she lacks, but the farmers and other helpful hands here have provided them, she just brought some extra horse power for the efforts to be done quick.
"Anything to get this place fair ready," she agrees to one man as she hands over the reins, leaving her with just one remaining in her own hands. A particularly large bay gelding, who's shoulder she thumps affectionately. "Alright Peanut, shall we?" Her 'brows lift as she faces down a lane of mud, some of it wriggling as it tries to reform into some memorized state after others have walked through it.
So I'm dead set on living while I'm still alive
Dead set on living til the day I die
Dead set on living til the day I die
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.
