Is this where it mends or it breaks - between a rock and a hard place
She has a habit of running around with theories and ideas that she brandishes out for others the moment she feels like someone needs a ‘pick me up’, when really she’s swinging ‘em at herself, reminders that she needs leveled at her just as fiercely. She realizes she’s doing it too late, but it’s clear when Jesse turns a touch small.
It’s in thought, more than retreat, it seems, but it’s a reminder to Colt that all Jesse tried to do was be kind. It’s considerate, even if Colt turns her nose up at sympathies. ”Good,” she asserts, concluding that session for both of them with a curt nod, her hat and hair tipping and swaying with the motion.
As Jesse offers up her palm, Colt deposits one of the shiny rocks, a smile flickering into place like a candle that’s just survived a breeze. ”Yes,” she informs Jesse with the slow stretch of satisfaction, gaze darting past the woman’s shoulders to the two horses. The stockier one, black with a blaze and four white socks, is lazily chewing on Beans’ mane while he naps—typical gelding behavior. ”The bigger’un is Burger. He’s all yours.”
She nods towards him, but her gaze refocuses back on the glittering stone in their hands. ”But first, have you ever heard of this well? It’s the dreaming well, and legends say if you toss in a shiny pebble and then drink the water, you get a night of good dreams.” She rolls her own pebble from her palm to her fingers, leaning in against the side of the well and peering down into the dark depths. She glances back at Jesse, then promptly tosses her stone in. ”I could use a nice night like that, and I figured you could too.”
It’s in thought, more than retreat, it seems, but it’s a reminder to Colt that all Jesse tried to do was be kind. It’s considerate, even if Colt turns her nose up at sympathies. ”Good,” she asserts, concluding that session for both of them with a curt nod, her hat and hair tipping and swaying with the motion.
As Jesse offers up her palm, Colt deposits one of the shiny rocks, a smile flickering into place like a candle that’s just survived a breeze. ”Yes,” she informs Jesse with the slow stretch of satisfaction, gaze darting past the woman’s shoulders to the two horses. The stockier one, black with a blaze and four white socks, is lazily chewing on Beans’ mane while he naps—typical gelding behavior. ”The bigger’un is Burger. He’s all yours.”
She nods towards him, but her gaze refocuses back on the glittering stone in their hands. ”But first, have you ever heard of this well? It’s the dreaming well, and legends say if you toss in a shiny pebble and then drink the water, you get a night of good dreams.” She rolls her own pebble from her palm to her fingers, leaning in against the side of the well and peering down into the dark depths. She glances back at Jesse, then promptly tosses her stone in. ”I could use a nice night like that, and I figured you could too.”
Colt
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.
