"Heeey cowboy!" she greets Hawthorn as he joins her, some of her relenting to a bit of a better company than her own mind and mood. She can practically see the bow-legged walk he makes, and an honest laugh shakes out as she flaps the fence line out of a knot. "Here I thought you'd be the least likely one to have a sore ass." Utterly shameless about swiping at low-hanging fruit, and grateful for an excuse to do something other than burn herself down to the stub, she lets similar manner of jokes and conversation slip between them until the fences are put up. Such as, but not limited to, "aren't you a riding professional? accompanied by severe tsking and a disappointed head shake.
Denying Thorn any offer to bunk with him, the respite at his side something only ever meant to be brief, carrying too much for there to be room for her, him, and her bullshit. No, she'd be solo, although her gaze tracks Vesper through the camp like she means to mark him with it. She does thank Nikandr for the food, albeit before she's eaten it, grabbing and going to sit herself out in timeout by the horses, well aware she'd be shit company to keep in her current state. Sunjata is avoided entirely. Her overbearing irritation has dried up, but she's still not overly thrilled with him at the moment. Maybe she'd sleep it off.
As the next morning breaks, Colt moves through it in absolute silence. Head nods and looks are all she offers to anyone who talks to her, and in general she keeps her distance and moves with no intention of stopping any time soon. It's not anger as much as it is focus, though the difference is hardly perceptible.
Finishing breaking down the temporary fence and tacking up Cherry, Colt swings into the saddle like the ground might burn her. Loose-reined but hard-heeled, she urges the mare forward and finds a spot along the herd where no one else is already, needing the solitude.
Colt tacks back up and rides out
Denying Thorn any offer to bunk with him, the respite at his side something only ever meant to be brief, carrying too much for there to be room for her, him, and her bullshit. No, she'd be solo, although her gaze tracks Vesper through the camp like she means to mark him with it. She does thank Nikandr for the food, albeit before she's eaten it, grabbing and going to sit herself out in timeout by the horses, well aware she'd be shit company to keep in her current state. Sunjata is avoided entirely. Her overbearing irritation has dried up, but she's still not overly thrilled with him at the moment. Maybe she'd sleep it off.
As the next morning breaks, Colt moves through it in absolute silence. Head nods and looks are all she offers to anyone who talks to her, and in general she keeps her distance and moves with no intention of stopping any time soon. It's not anger as much as it is focus, though the difference is hardly perceptible.
Finishing breaking down the temporary fence and tacking up Cherry, Colt swings into the saddle like the ground might burn her. Loose-reined but hard-heeled, she urges the mare forward and finds a spot along the herd where no one else is already, needing the solitude.
Colt tacks back up and rides 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.
