You can’t stop the change,
any more than you can stop the suns from setting.
He notices Hawthorn through the crowd, grinning as his friend draws closer. Playing the part of 'cowboy,' he tips his hat to the man, lowering the icy beverage from his neck to give him his full attention. Laughter flows easily, his shoulders shrugging at the question. "That's the plan, although I expect to give a similar performance as last year." A fancy outfit and a few extra hours on a horse with Colt don't make him a skilled rider, and he still expects to taste of dirt by the end. He'll be proud if he can make it out without major injury, although his ring will be on standby regardless.
Raising an eyebrow at Thorn, his gaze draws down the western outfit - with some liberal altercations - amusement tugging a smirk onto his lips. "What about you? Giving riding a try?" It would surprise him, but Zavien wouldn't mind someone to nurse his wounds with later, someone to share in his misery.
Raising an eyebrow at Thorn, his gaze draws down the western outfit - with some liberal altercations - amusement tugging a smirk onto his lips. "What about you? Giving riding a try?" It would surprise him, but Zavien wouldn't mind someone to nurse his wounds with later, someone to share in his misery.
Zavien
