Is this where it mends or it breaks - between a rock and a hard place
She watches carefully as Jesse handles her new steed and the equipment. She absorbs things quickly, and doesn't complain, all things Colt takes a quick liking to in a person. Burger is trusted to be amenable. He's a stocky beast, and that thickness translates into his brain as well. Slow to spook, slow to move, much more content to doze and graze his days away than anything else.
"Only if I wanted to bury myself there," Colt answers with a thin grin, the bleak truth of that maybe still being the case folded into the corners. "No, I don't think I could manage it alone, and have no interest in trying." Alone has also never suited her, not really, not even when she pretends it does. Moments, maybe, where she needs nothing but her and the unspooling expanse of the world, but even then she's always got a horse or a dog, or both, at her side.
Jesse swings up with the tentative motions of someone new, trying to remember each step and offered scrap of advice. Better that than charging in like she knows what she's doing and clobbering herself or poor Burger. Horses aren't the sort to let someone's lies and confidence do everything. They'll create an honest person quick. As Jesse settles, Colt holds up her hand to show her some of the rein work, specifically how to quickly loosen or tighten them, and the importance of keeping them balanced.
At the sand castle remark, Colt's expression softens. She leaves the focus of ensuring Jesse is sat proper and ready, and instead lifts up to her face, holding her eyes form for a moment before a smile races forth. "I'm positive you could." Colt presses her legs in and Beans starts to move forward a bit. "Bet it would be even better if we built it together."
"Only if I wanted to bury myself there," Colt answers with a thin grin, the bleak truth of that maybe still being the case folded into the corners. "No, I don't think I could manage it alone, and have no interest in trying." Alone has also never suited her, not really, not even when she pretends it does. Moments, maybe, where she needs nothing but her and the unspooling expanse of the world, but even then she's always got a horse or a dog, or both, at her side.
Jesse swings up with the tentative motions of someone new, trying to remember each step and offered scrap of advice. Better that than charging in like she knows what she's doing and clobbering herself or poor Burger. Horses aren't the sort to let someone's lies and confidence do everything. They'll create an honest person quick. As Jesse settles, Colt holds up her hand to show her some of the rein work, specifically how to quickly loosen or tighten them, and the importance of keeping them balanced.
At the sand castle remark, Colt's expression softens. She leaves the focus of ensuring Jesse is sat proper and ready, and instead lifts up to her face, holding her eyes form for a moment before a smile races forth. "I'm positive you could." Colt presses her legs in and Beans starts to move forward a bit. "Bet it would be even better if we built it together."
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.
