land over land
creeping and crawling
creeping and crawling
She wanted to follow her trail of excitement, but Colt grounded her in the here and now. Her eyes moved from Burger back to the rancher, biting at her lip. Wren’s fingers curled instinctively around the stone as Colt placed it in her palm, her attention caught first by its shine—and then by the words that followed. Her thumb brushed over the smooth surface slowly, the earlier excitement dimming just slightly as memory pressed in where she hadn’t invited it. Nights were rarely kind to her. They came fractured and jagged, filled with things she couldn’t fully remember but still felt, sharp and lingering when she woke.
Still, she stepped closer to the well, peering down into its dark, uncertain depths.
“Good dreams, huh?” she gulped. Her gaze lifted again to Colt, something quieter and more vulnerable flickering there—but she didn’t linger in it. She was "cowboying up" after all. “Yeah.” Wren decided, drawing in a small breath as she shifted the stone between her fingers. “I could use that too.” She leaned forward then, dropping the pebble into the well, listening for the faint echo below before straightening.
Still, she stepped closer to the well, peering down into its dark, uncertain depths.
“Good dreams, huh?” she gulped. Her gaze lifted again to Colt, something quieter and more vulnerable flickering there—but she didn’t linger in it. She was "cowboying up" after all. “Yeah.” Wren decided, drawing in a small breath as she shifted the stone between her fingers. “I could use that too.” She leaned forward then, dropping the pebble into the well, listening for the faint echo below before straightening.
like the sea over sand
still I follow heartlines on your hand
still I follow heartlines on your hand
Wren
