COLT
I had a vision last night
Horses on the granite plains
That sound of freedom stampeding
Why can't I feel the same?
Horses on the granite plains
That sound of freedom stampeding
Why can't I feel the same?
With the horses untacked and watered in the nearby pond, Colt and Jesse ensure they're properly secured on the highlines, the tall ropes strung between select trees and the horses tied to it allowing some free movement, grazing, and laying in a set area so none wander off. Horses are paired if they get along, and that does include Donut and Custard now that they're doing so on their own terms and without spurs or Applesauce in the mix. Hank and Mikey meanwhile have set up everyone's sleeping tents, started a fire, and begun to cook beans.
As Nova returns with some fresh blink hares, Mikey readily takes them, prepping them in short order and roasting them over the fire to serve up as the main meal with the side of beans, savory and filling. The hybrid is applauded for her efforts, shifters rather rare at Deadiron and everyone else better equipped for catching horns than meals. Jesse is more than happy to take Marcus up on his offer, clearly fussing over the tear he earned now that they're all sitting fireside and he can appreciate the damage done. It's a long, hot day they survived, but the dusk carries on with high spirits and laughter, everyone giving each other just enough shit to be funny, Jesse getting the worst of it tonigh, but that drags up older stories that they rib each other with as bellies get full and bones ease. The evening begins to wink out into violet and stars creep forth, which is Colt's cue to shelter away. "Don't stay up too late, we're up at first light," she announces with a stretch, before rounding on Hank. "And don't rile anyone up with your ghost stories! Everyone needs pleasant dreams to combat their bruised asses." Colt retreats into her tent and curls into her bedroll, the fabric keeping the stars at bay. She lays for a while, half listening as she tries to unwind her thoughts, not entirely sure when sleep takes her, but it does.
- - -
She awakens with the sun, a clockwork born of years of practice, though Mikey has beat her to it and already has a new fire going with warm coffee and sausages available. Fighting back a yawn, Colt grabs both, chewing on them as she breaks down her sleeping area and claps to wake up the rest of camp. "Rise and shine wranglers! We got us a fresh new day and nothing but the finest of King's End to ride through. Get your fuel, help put shit away, and mount up pardners, we ride before we lose all the gold."
The hands and her help where needed, flowing with familiarity as things are stowed and horses are tacked up, the day waiting and willing.
Eat, tell stories if you like, and sleep! Then break camp in the morning, get breakfast, and mount up for a new day.
Marcus could use his integration magic to repair Jesse's jeans
Nova could shift into a dreambird and help everyone get good sleep
As Nova returns with some fresh blink hares, Mikey readily takes them, prepping them in short order and roasting them over the fire to serve up as the main meal with the side of beans, savory and filling. The hybrid is applauded for her efforts, shifters rather rare at Deadiron and everyone else better equipped for catching horns than meals. Jesse is more than happy to take Marcus up on his offer, clearly fussing over the tear he earned now that they're all sitting fireside and he can appreciate the damage done. It's a long, hot day they survived, but the dusk carries on with high spirits and laughter, everyone giving each other just enough shit to be funny, Jesse getting the worst of it tonigh, but that drags up older stories that they rib each other with as bellies get full and bones ease. The evening begins to wink out into violet and stars creep forth, which is Colt's cue to shelter away. "Don't stay up too late, we're up at first light," she announces with a stretch, before rounding on Hank. "And don't rile anyone up with your ghost stories! Everyone needs pleasant dreams to combat their bruised asses." Colt retreats into her tent and curls into her bedroll, the fabric keeping the stars at bay. She lays for a while, half listening as she tries to unwind her thoughts, not entirely sure when sleep takes her, but it does.
- - -
She awakens with the sun, a clockwork born of years of practice, though Mikey has beat her to it and already has a new fire going with warm coffee and sausages available. Fighting back a yawn, Colt grabs both, chewing on them as she breaks down her sleeping area and claps to wake up the rest of camp. "Rise and shine wranglers! We got us a fresh new day and nothing but the finest of King's End to ride through. Get your fuel, help put shit away, and mount up pardners, we ride before we lose all the gold."
The hands and her help where needed, flowing with familiarity as things are stowed and horses are tacked up, the day waiting and willing.
Eat, tell stories if you like, and sleep! Then break camp in the morning, get breakfast, and mount up for a new day.
Marcus could use his integration magic to repair Jesse's jeans
Nova could shift into a dreambird and help everyone get good sleep
I've been sipping on a poison
Even on the days I taste it
Run into the same wall
All because I just can't face it
Even on the days I taste it
Run into the same wall
All because I just can't face it
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.
