[PQ+] Just the way them wild horses run

Flora

Flora keeps her post at the gate, eyes widening despite herself as the first bronc explodes into the arena, all muscle and fury and motion. Her brows climb higher with every buck, a low, incredulous laugh slipping out of her as the rigging finally gives and the horse bolts for freedom. "That's....dramatic," she murmurs, swinging the gate open again just in time to send it back down the lane, pulse humming with the residual adrenaline even though she’s stayed well clear of hooves and teeth.

By the time the last chute is tested, she’s properly impressed, watching the smooth rhythm of it all with open curiosity, dust clinging to her skin and sweat cooling where Spice’s breath has lingered. At the mention of the bleachers, Flora exhales a long, exaggerated sigh, tipping her head back for a second before conceding with a laugh. "Of course they do," she says, already moving, because apparently this day is determined to use every muscle she owns.

She grabs a bucket, dunking a sponge into soapy water before climbing up to claim a section of bench. Kneeling, she starts scrubbing at the grime with determined strokes, suds gathering as dust and mud finally give way beneath her hands. "I missed this last year," she calls lightly over her shoulder as she works, glancing back toward the arena. "Did you have a good turnout?"

passion is a passing thing, it's accidental chemistry
caught up in a feelin', it can be deceivin'.
this is like breaking for me

Code stolen from Queen Sky