Is this where it mends or it breaks - between a rock and a hard place
Burger had been chosen specifically for the type of rider that Colt expected Jesse to be. Inexperienced, yes, but also patient and careful, the sort that needs a forgiving and slow horse that won't scare them, or in turn get easily scared by mistakes. There's certain things that can be trained, but other things that just are with the horse, each one as different as they are, half fed by genetics and the makeup of who they are, and the other half fed by experiences and the world around them. She could not teach a horse how to be forgiving, Burger had been born with that already.
Satisfied to see the woman settle in the saddle and get Burger working properly into stride with them, Colt has no qualms now focusing on the small ways Jesse is discovering the courage to say what's difficult. It's admirable to confess things that scrape, and though it feels like removing part of yourself and laying it bare for the taking, it allows others to place something more inside you, filling all the spaces you just carved away. "Come with me, then," Colt suggests after only a beat of quiet. It doesn't require much consideration on her end, only the thought as to whether or not this is really the best direction for Jesse. She's young, clearly shaken up, and the desert would not be so kind as King's End.
Yet, there's that same restless quality to the woman that Colt recognizes. The sort that isn't settled or sure just because the world around her might be (and truly, when is it ever?). "I leave in a couple days, so pack whatever you need and take Burger here and meet me at the Boondocks." Colt offers up the chance of adventure plain as she can. "Can't promise it'll be easy, but I'm happy to have you at my side, and maybe together we can build something that we can call home." She smiles easy, though it's a fragile thing, because now it's not just her chasing the wildness of something dangerous. "And, if you decide it ain't for you, no one would blame you for leaving."
Satisfied to see the woman settle in the saddle and get Burger working properly into stride with them, Colt has no qualms now focusing on the small ways Jesse is discovering the courage to say what's difficult. It's admirable to confess things that scrape, and though it feels like removing part of yourself and laying it bare for the taking, it allows others to place something more inside you, filling all the spaces you just carved away. "Come with me, then," Colt suggests after only a beat of quiet. It doesn't require much consideration on her end, only the thought as to whether or not this is really the best direction for Jesse. She's young, clearly shaken up, and the desert would not be so kind as King's End.
Yet, there's that same restless quality to the woman that Colt recognizes. The sort that isn't settled or sure just because the world around her might be (and truly, when is it ever?). "I leave in a couple days, so pack whatever you need and take Burger here and meet me at the Boondocks." Colt offers up the chance of adventure plain as she can. "Can't promise it'll be easy, but I'm happy to have you at my side, and maybe together we can build something that we can call home." She smiles easy, though it's a fragile thing, because now it's not just her chasing the wildness of something dangerous. "And, if you decide it ain't for you, no one would blame you for leaving."
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.
