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
Hawthorn and Flora ‘s enthusiasm for the food earns a muffled laugh from Colt as she builds up her own plate. She portions out a small bit of everything, though not in excess because a full belly, heat, and more physical work don’t tend to mix nice. ”Didn’t either of you eat a good breakfast this morning?” Ranch work has a habit of wearing out everything from you, calories included. ”Might lose a pound to sweat by the end of the day,” she grins before downing her slider and beer.
The rest is well earned, and it’s easy to settle into propped-up feet and conversation. Much like pulling away covers in a winter morning, rousing back to her boots and the remainder of the day’s work feels like pulling teeth. She manages it with a loud groan, patting a dog’s head in dismissal as she rises into a stretch. ”Welp,” she says with a slap of her hands at her sides as she scrutinizes the arena. ”Guess we should make sure this all works for the big day, huh?”
Sauntering back to the arena, she gestures as she talks. ”Need a few of ya to push the broncos down the corral lanes from the pen they’re in. Need another set to sort them in the chutes and get their rigging on. Then, a set to open the gate of the chute into the arena and send them out for a show, one at a time. Lastly, some people to open the gate here and send them back down the corral lane to the pen they came from.”
Lunch break's over, time to practice bronc busting. Select one of these roles to complete in your next post.
1. Push the broncos from the pen into the lane they built. Dogs will be with you, just wave your hands and make some noise standing away from the lane they need to run down.
2. Sort the broncos into 1 horse per chute and get their bucking strap on.
3. Pull the gate of the chute open to let the bronco out, 1 at a time, into the arena to buck.
4. Open the arena gate back to the lane they built and let the bronco run out back to the pen. Dogs will help, can make some noise if needed and have NPC horse riders in the arena.
The rest is well earned, and it’s easy to settle into propped-up feet and conversation. Much like pulling away covers in a winter morning, rousing back to her boots and the remainder of the day’s work feels like pulling teeth. She manages it with a loud groan, patting a dog’s head in dismissal as she rises into a stretch. ”Welp,” she says with a slap of her hands at her sides as she scrutinizes the arena. ”Guess we should make sure this all works for the big day, huh?”
Sauntering back to the arena, she gestures as she talks. ”Need a few of ya to push the broncos down the corral lanes from the pen they’re in. Need another set to sort them in the chutes and get their rigging on. Then, a set to open the gate of the chute into the arena and send them out for a show, one at a time. Lastly, some people to open the gate here and send them back down the corral lane to the pen they came from.”
Lunch break's over, time to practice bronc busting. Select one of these roles to complete in your next post.
1. Push the broncos from the pen into the lane they built. Dogs will be with you, just wave your hands and make some noise standing away from the lane they need to run down.
2. Sort the broncos into 1 horse per chute and get their bucking strap on.
3. Pull the gate of the chute open to let the bronco out, 1 at a time, into the arena to buck.
4. Open the arena gate back to the lane they built and let the bronco run out back to the pen. Dogs will help, can make some noise if needed and have NPC horse riders in the arena.
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.
