Wrapping my ribs in the clothes that you left, call that hanging on by a thread
Her eyes dart skyward for a moment too, following the line of Zavien's gaze and the glint of something quick and small catching the stormlight. Though she's more keen on the sort of critters she keeps, Colt doesn't fully ignore the antics of the little companion, especially when he extends an adorable trill. "Food enough for the both of you, dontchu worry," she reassures with all the threat of good hospitality threaded through it, winking at the gold dragon.
Though she doesn't remember much about the epic battle the three of them waged down the Stormbreak streets—the ribs are really what stuck with her the most—she knows Zavien's the easy sort to get along with, too wholesome for his own good, if she had to wager. Case in point, getting roped into labor on his own offer. "Oh, best part of my morning, hands down," she croons, happily securing his time and strength.
As they settle into the work, his explanation of being here brings about a mild laugh on her part. "Lost and so helpful, sugar you can't be setting the bar so high, gonna make the rest of us look bad." She can't claim she'd ever be in the mood to scrub roads if she's been wandering aimless, in fact that'd put her temper on the shorter end real quick. Ain't much that grinds worse than wasting time, especially when it's your own damn fault. Every so often amid raking the ground even, she sprinkles out some of the wood chips. They pull in the moisture like a slow sponge, and she folds them in like cheese to the mixture of earth, giving it something with a bit more substance to hold onto. All of it should help keep the ground firmer and less slick, though enough rain would wash it out in time, but it'll hold for now.
With both hands on the handle of the rake she leans in, mud resisting for a moment before giving with a much easier slide. "Gearing up for another cattle drive soon. Gonna wean the babies, brand 'em and turn 'em from bulls to steers." She glances up at him briefly before getting her focus back to the ground that'd put her on her ass quick if she doesn't pay attention. "Then gonna be getting the place ready for another rodeo. You gonna ride again?"
Though she doesn't remember much about the epic battle the three of them waged down the Stormbreak streets—the ribs are really what stuck with her the most—she knows Zavien's the easy sort to get along with, too wholesome for his own good, if she had to wager. Case in point, getting roped into labor on his own offer. "Oh, best part of my morning, hands down," she croons, happily securing his time and strength.
As they settle into the work, his explanation of being here brings about a mild laugh on her part. "Lost and so helpful, sugar you can't be setting the bar so high, gonna make the rest of us look bad." She can't claim she'd ever be in the mood to scrub roads if she's been wandering aimless, in fact that'd put her temper on the shorter end real quick. Ain't much that grinds worse than wasting time, especially when it's your own damn fault. Every so often amid raking the ground even, she sprinkles out some of the wood chips. They pull in the moisture like a slow sponge, and she folds them in like cheese to the mixture of earth, giving it something with a bit more substance to hold onto. All of it should help keep the ground firmer and less slick, though enough rain would wash it out in time, but it'll hold for now.
With both hands on the handle of the rake she leans in, mud resisting for a moment before giving with a much easier slide. "Gearing up for another cattle drive soon. Gonna wean the babies, brand 'em and turn 'em from bulls to steers." She glances up at him briefly before getting her focus back to the ground that'd put her on her ass quick if she doesn't pay attention. "Then gonna be getting the place ready for another rodeo. You gonna ride again?"
Colt
My heart is a hoarder, collecting things she shouldn't keep
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.
