Is this where it mends or it breaks - between a rock and a hard place
Beans shifts his weight beneath her as Colt leans in deeper. He's got her, she trusts in that, he just is working to keep them both steady. Burger would be a similar anchor for Jesse. Younger and a little more silly about things, but still a dependable gelding, which was why she'd chosen the horse for her.
"YeP," Colt says simply, popping the P. She eases up off of Beans and back onto her own heels. She takes the moment to tighten Beans' girth again, and nods towards Jesse for her to do the same. "Always check before you get on, unless you wanna be hanging under their belly. Which I can assure you that you don't." The leather doesn't budge enough to be worth it, so Colt leaves the hole where it is and folds the rest of the latigo away. "It is," Colt says after a moment, dusting off the saddle with a thump before swinging up into it. "Harsh," she confirms with a curt nod of her head and a shift in her seat. She twists around to watch Jesse. "Left foot in, hand on the reins and the saddle, and then step in and swing the other leg up and around. Careful you don't keep the other leg too low and kick the horse as you land."
Tugging her hair to one side and straightening her hat, Colt considers the why for the umpteenth time, as if explaining it to those who ask as much as herself. "There's something appealing to shaping some place largely untouched and ignored. I've been there before, and it had a certain quality to it that made me feel...excited. It's beautiful, in its own way, and it won't burn up so easily." She might boil more, but nothing else. "I kinda wanna see if it can do it...turn it into a town worth calling home, make it somewhere people wanna go." A challenge, to prove to herself that she might've been knocked down, but she is far from out.
"YeP," Colt says simply, popping the P. She eases up off of Beans and back onto her own heels. She takes the moment to tighten Beans' girth again, and nods towards Jesse for her to do the same. "Always check before you get on, unless you wanna be hanging under their belly. Which I can assure you that you don't." The leather doesn't budge enough to be worth it, so Colt leaves the hole where it is and folds the rest of the latigo away. "It is," Colt says after a moment, dusting off the saddle with a thump before swinging up into it. "Harsh," she confirms with a curt nod of her head and a shift in her seat. She twists around to watch Jesse. "Left foot in, hand on the reins and the saddle, and then step in and swing the other leg up and around. Careful you don't keep the other leg too low and kick the horse as you land."
Tugging her hair to one side and straightening her hat, Colt considers the why for the umpteenth time, as if explaining it to those who ask as much as herself. "There's something appealing to shaping some place largely untouched and ignored. I've been there before, and it had a certain quality to it that made me feel...excited. It's beautiful, in its own way, and it won't burn up so easily." She might boil more, but nothing else. "I kinda wanna see if it can do it...turn it into a town worth calling home, make it somewhere people wanna go." A challenge, to prove to herself that she might've been knocked down, but she is far from out.
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.
