// i could get lost in pillowed dreams //
Giggling lightly to hear her sister’s plans for the next big event, she does feel some of the wind leave her sails. Because she isn’t sure if there will be another rodeo. The fact of the matter is that it was one put on by Colt and with the rancher no longer living here in King’s End – silently something she’s glad about because it means Nova and Vesper can come back to live here again – that it seemed unlikely they’d do one without the main person that always put it on. “We’ll have t’keep an eye out.” She says instead, bouncing her golden brows with a grin.
And, it gives her time to complain more about the desert and how it seems like it’s never ending until she can see the edge in sight rising up to meet them. “It’s all… Tan. ‘Cept for the Suvahasi way back there. It's just... So boring.” She agrees, full of dramatics as her sister explains the difference in terms of Torchline’s softer sand and the desert’s harsher climate.
“An’ the dust devil’s ‘n shit? Terrible.” She tacks on, already growing brighter with her sister’s mood improving and the end of Hak Etme in sight.
And, it gives her time to complain more about the desert and how it seems like it’s never ending until she can see the edge in sight rising up to meet them. “It’s all… Tan. ‘Cept for the Suvahasi way back there. It's just... So boring.” She agrees, full of dramatics as her sister explains the difference in terms of Torchline’s softer sand and the desert’s harsher climate.
“An’ the dust devil’s ‘n shit? Terrible.” She tacks on, already growing brighter with her sister’s mood improving and the end of Hak Etme in sight.
Calypso
// caught in a stitch of what could be //
