// oh, tell me when you were broken //
There’s a small part of relief when the unicorn starts to do what they ask of it – though the courtesan isn’t sure if it’s Vesper’s flanking or the push from him and his horse and the bit of illusion magic that makes it easier to guide the unicorn back to the rest of the herd. They continue on like this, Thorn growing wearier from it being essentially his first real time in the saddle, his soreness starts to spread to his legs and feet.
But he trudges on, not wanting to give in until they finally settle down. And only then, does Thorn exhale a sigh of relief, slipping from his horse with legs and body that feel more like jelly than anything that could be anywhere close to useful. With a bit of healing magic, though, the courtesan gets into some semblance of functionality.
He stretches out, listens to the tasks at hand, and immediately makes a break for helping Colt and the hands with the fences. Grabbing what he can (and not having much strength to do much else), Thorn resigns himself to the ropes and trailing after Colt to attach them. A little bit of conversation here and there, mostly about how the fuck Colt managed to do that day in and day out (riding horses, that is), he’s happy to be a buffer and a boon for the Sharpshot.
Thorn helps put up the fences!
But he trudges on, not wanting to give in until they finally settle down. And only then, does Thorn exhale a sigh of relief, slipping from his horse with legs and body that feel more like jelly than anything that could be anywhere close to useful. With a bit of healing magic, though, the courtesan gets into some semblance of functionality.
He stretches out, listens to the tasks at hand, and immediately makes a break for helping Colt and the hands with the fences. Grabbing what he can (and not having much strength to do much else), Thorn resigns himself to the ropes and trailing after Colt to attach them. A little bit of conversation here and there, mostly about how the fuck Colt managed to do that day in and day out (riding horses, that is), he’s happy to be a buffer and a boon for the Sharpshot.
Thorn helps put up the fences!
Hawthorn
// do you still have a heart, or has somebody stole it? //
