COLT
Colt’s gaze drops to the plate in hand, evidence of what had once been there clear with smears of BBQ sauce and bloody remnants. Her grin doubles in size at once, a laugh slipping free as her attention climbs back to Thalassa ’s face. ”I’ll take that as high praise from you, given most of that meat was hand-raised here and supplied by me. The beef, at least.” Fuck them pigs. She’s not partial to the lambs and the goats much either, obnoxious little pricks.
The edges of the humor’s mark sharpen though as the ancient offers up her critique. Ever the glutton for punishment, the rancher tilts her head in with an ”Oh?” Clearly prompting for more explanation there, but not about to just lie down and take it, she fields it back with some teeth showing now behind her lips as her arms cross loosely over her chest, beer held out like an extension of her hand. ”Let me guess, you’re more into bull fighting?”
Tipping back a pull from the bottle, she nods in confirmation. ”Yeah, you got money on ‘im?” she wonders, one brow kicking up. ”Oh, I think his run’s starting now actually,” Colt murmurs, her hand reaching out to brush Thal’s arm to direct her focus into the pen. There, Danta is freshly astride Hydrata, the fearsome beast she’s come face to face with before spilling out of the chute with far too many necks swinging about. Fortunately, Danta is easy for the spectators to keep track of in his brilliantly red fit, and Colt rouses a cheer as he dart!s to another neck. ”He’s not bad!” Her money would definitely be on Sunjata throwing him, if not for loyalty, just based on the fact he's the nastiest bull she managed to wrangle for this event, his demigod status boosting him above the rest.
Colt is watching Danta ride Sunjata with Thalassa
The edges of the humor’s mark sharpen though as the ancient offers up her critique. Ever the glutton for punishment, the rancher tilts her head in with an ”Oh?” Clearly prompting for more explanation there, but not about to just lie down and take it, she fields it back with some teeth showing now behind her lips as her arms cross loosely over her chest, beer held out like an extension of her hand. ”Let me guess, you’re more into bull fighting?”
Tipping back a pull from the bottle, she nods in confirmation. ”Yeah, you got money on ‘im?” she wonders, one brow kicking up. ”Oh, I think his run’s starting now actually,” Colt murmurs, her hand reaching out to brush Thal’s arm to direct her focus into the pen. There, Danta is freshly astride Hydrata, the fearsome beast she’s come face to face with before spilling out of the chute with far too many necks swinging about. Fortunately, Danta is easy for the spectators to keep track of in his brilliantly red fit, and Colt rouses a cheer as he dart!s to another neck. ”He’s not bad!” Her money would definitely be on Sunjata throwing him, if not for loyalty, just based on the fact he's the nastiest bull she managed to wrangle for this event, his demigod status boosting him above the rest.
Colt is watching Danta ride Sunjata with Thalassa
Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
It's gonna hurt every now and then
If you fall, get back on again
Ride, baby, ride
It's gonna hurt every now and then
If you fall, get back on again
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.
