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?
The camp unfolds into its usual arrangement, the chatter no less than usual, although the weariness is becoming more apparent as the days creep higher in number. This might be a lifestyle she enjoys, and her hands, but she is more grateful than she's good at saying to the Marin and the Olson that have joined her crew. The reward waiting for them at the end of the trip should be worth it, and she hopes to some small degree that they're enjoying this snapshot of ranching. Admittedly her mind is too focused on all the details and the planning for most of this to settle at the forefront of her attention, and as is ever her way, she will surely consider it when it's a bit too late. Too accustomed to everyone around her working hard and choosing this life, the thread of it braided so wholly into her every day, she doesn't always consider the weight of the ask she puts on others.
Creeping into sleep earlier than the start of the night again, she tries to get as much sleep as she can before rousing for her shift at watch. There's no escaping the deep indigo and light-flecked canvas above her now, and it's an inevitability of facing it that she knew she'd have to combat some day. Placing her hat on her head like a shield, she keeps the brim low and angled, gaze low on the ground and she stretches and moves the stiffness out of her. "Go get some more shut eye," she murmurs to Marcus as she approaches, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. "Sorry you got the shit end of the stick with the middle of the night watch, we'll rotate it the next other nights so we're all miserable equally," she reassures him with a faint smile.
Keeping her gaze downcast from the horizon, only peeking up to the borders of the sky and the ground to watch the cows every so often, she smokes away the evening into the dawn. She chats with the hand while she has him, but eventually he retreats back to bed for more broken rest. It's just her for the last quiet stretch, and in silence she waits for the world to wake up, sighing low and long as she shifts beneath the unbearable weight of the night.
A nice pile of unrest and thought surrounds her in the shape of broken bits of grass. She'd shredded it as a distraction, her fingers stained green from it, but she leaves the rest to the cows as the camp stirs to life. Mikey rises to begin breakfast, and she grabs for the toast an the bacon with less appetite than usual before moving on to pack up the horses and the tents alongside everyone else. "Nice job overnight everyone, herd's intact and the day's waitin'. Might need extra coffee, but soon as everyone's ready let's head out!"
Everyone did their night shifts well! Help break down camp and mount up to ride out.
Creeping into sleep earlier than the start of the night again, she tries to get as much sleep as she can before rousing for her shift at watch. There's no escaping the deep indigo and light-flecked canvas above her now, and it's an inevitability of facing it that she knew she'd have to combat some day. Placing her hat on her head like a shield, she keeps the brim low and angled, gaze low on the ground and she stretches and moves the stiffness out of her. "Go get some more shut eye," she murmurs to Marcus as she approaches, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. "Sorry you got the shit end of the stick with the middle of the night watch, we'll rotate it the next other nights so we're all miserable equally," she reassures him with a faint smile.
Keeping her gaze downcast from the horizon, only peeking up to the borders of the sky and the ground to watch the cows every so often, she smokes away the evening into the dawn. She chats with the hand while she has him, but eventually he retreats back to bed for more broken rest. It's just her for the last quiet stretch, and in silence she waits for the world to wake up, sighing low and long as she shifts beneath the unbearable weight of the night.
A nice pile of unrest and thought surrounds her in the shape of broken bits of grass. She'd shredded it as a distraction, her fingers stained green from it, but she leaves the rest to the cows as the camp stirs to life. Mikey rises to begin breakfast, and she grabs for the toast an the bacon with less appetite than usual before moving on to pack up the horses and the tents alongside everyone else. "Nice job overnight everyone, herd's intact and the day's waitin'. Might need extra coffee, but soon as everyone's ready let's head out!"
Everyone did their night shifts well! Help break down camp and mount up to ride out.
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.
