COLT
Although this is not her first time astride a pegasus, Colt’s heart has drifted up and firmly lodged itself in her throat, making her breaths shallow as they eke out of the corners of her burning smile. This is the first one that feels truly real. There’s no human mind trapped behind those shifting brows and wide eyes, no person living beneath those long-reaching instincts and flickering senses. Added to that, the comfort of the leather which holds her grants her an ease that had only ever been half-wild with fear in all other occasions. Although this moment is just as borrowed as those, it feels more like a glimpse into something that could await her, rather than a fantasy brought to life. This lands more like promise instead of pretend.
The motion beneath her gathers in a familiar way, but like an instrument’s chords able to play all manner of song, this one sings out delightfully new. Against the bend of her knees, feathers brush and sweep, and each ground-eating wingbeat throws a flicker of light. It’s almost easy to overlook, like a web that only glistens in the right light, or lightning that crawls small and distant through too-bright clouds. It catches just right once in a while, the shimmer of starlight flaring through the day, making space for itself where it wouldn’t ordinarily be allowed. The sudden hands of the wind against her face, the grip tight and demanding, keeps her from looking too far into the galaxies threaded amongst the feathers.
Colt leans into the driving force of the wind the mare beneath her spears them into, made out of motion and given with height. The weightless feeling of her steadily climbing, dares Colt to glance briefly over their sides, the bizarre sensation of the sand rapidly falling away feeling like a wave drawing out, but never comes back in. She gives the tie in her hand to the mare’s head fully, the hand its bunched in threading into the mane, permitting a full reach and angling into the shape of the ascent as if this is nothing more than an invisible hill for them to climb.
The hug of the saddle around her, the line of the fenders against her, the easy hook of the pommel and horn all make this exactly as promised. That the day is opening into something lovely, skies turning more blue and revealing scattered wisps of clouds, is a fine addition to the experience. Beneath her too, the mare moves with a grace that feels more like silk than muscle, rippling out easily into something like a kite. The rising thrill of it all rushes over inside of Colt with a breathless, broken laugh. Her hands loosens in the mane, palm sliding down the pegasus’ neck in a quiet approval of a job well done. ”You are amazing!” she beams with enough joy to readily feed the wind that whips past them.
Leaning up a little more, Colt glances back around, the Boneyard laid out around them in something that feels like pattern rather than an endless sprawl of nothing. ”Oh, I can see everything.” Much as it had helped lay out her ranch, for a project never finished, it now gifts her the same opportunity. There’s one difference this time. Colt excitedly fumbles into one of her packs, pulling out paper, fighting the breeze to keep it, and a charcoal stick.
The motion beneath her gathers in a familiar way, but like an instrument’s chords able to play all manner of song, this one sings out delightfully new. Against the bend of her knees, feathers brush and sweep, and each ground-eating wingbeat throws a flicker of light. It’s almost easy to overlook, like a web that only glistens in the right light, or lightning that crawls small and distant through too-bright clouds. It catches just right once in a while, the shimmer of starlight flaring through the day, making space for itself where it wouldn’t ordinarily be allowed. The sudden hands of the wind against her face, the grip tight and demanding, keeps her from looking too far into the galaxies threaded amongst the feathers.
Colt leans into the driving force of the wind the mare beneath her spears them into, made out of motion and given with height. The weightless feeling of her steadily climbing, dares Colt to glance briefly over their sides, the bizarre sensation of the sand rapidly falling away feeling like a wave drawing out, but never comes back in. She gives the tie in her hand to the mare’s head fully, the hand its bunched in threading into the mane, permitting a full reach and angling into the shape of the ascent as if this is nothing more than an invisible hill for them to climb.
The hug of the saddle around her, the line of the fenders against her, the easy hook of the pommel and horn all make this exactly as promised. That the day is opening into something lovely, skies turning more blue and revealing scattered wisps of clouds, is a fine addition to the experience. Beneath her too, the mare moves with a grace that feels more like silk than muscle, rippling out easily into something like a kite. The rising thrill of it all rushes over inside of Colt with a breathless, broken laugh. Her hands loosens in the mane, palm sliding down the pegasus’ neck in a quiet approval of a job well done. ”You are amazing!” she beams with enough joy to readily feed the wind that whips past them.
Leaning up a little more, Colt glances back around, the Boneyard laid out around them in something that feels like pattern rather than an endless sprawl of nothing. ”Oh, I can see everything.” Much as it had helped lay out her ranch, for a project never finished, it now gifts her the same opportunity. There’s one difference this time. Colt excitedly fumbles into one of her packs, pulling out paper, fighting the breeze to keep it, and a charcoal stick.
Wild horse out the gate
Yeah your heart about to break
She the type of woman that gon' make you lose control
She something wild, you might need a lasso
Yeah your heart about to break
She the type of woman that gon' make you lose control
She something wild, you might need a lasso
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.
