COLT
I had a vision last night
Horses on the granite plains
Horses on the granite plains
The saddle has a way of working stiffness out of her, even if she doesn't intend to lose it. Gradually, she melts into the rhythm of the herd and the stride that rolls under her, some of her angles falling away. Although she's quick to correct the entire ride, and finds herself trying to resettle her seat frequently, as if comfort is just beyond her. It wears more on Cherry, the mare's temples dark with the sweat that comes from nerves more than motion by the time they haul up to the water.
Twisting in her seat to survey the settling of the herd, mindful that the water's edge adds its own sort of pressure, Colt eventually trades out her spot with a hand that's already grabbed what he needed. She guides her mare away from the bulk of shifting bodies and glinting horns, encouraging her to the water's edge to drink as she slips off. With a quick jerk of motion, she loosens the saddle's girth and slings the reins over her shoulder. The mare drinks in great draughts and then shifts slowly to nibbling on the tufts of plants nearby. Colt stays with her, no appetite of her own to speak of, and more of the mind to ensure the horse has what she needs to keep carrying them both. She does take a swig of water from her saddlebags, and palms an apple to the still-wet lips. She keeps an ear out for word that they're continuing.
Colt helps settle the herd then breaks her mare
Twisting in her seat to survey the settling of the herd, mindful that the water's edge adds its own sort of pressure, Colt eventually trades out her spot with a hand that's already grabbed what he needed. She guides her mare away from the bulk of shifting bodies and glinting horns, encouraging her to the water's edge to drink as she slips off. With a quick jerk of motion, she loosens the saddle's girth and slings the reins over her shoulder. The mare drinks in great draughts and then shifts slowly to nibbling on the tufts of plants nearby. Colt stays with her, no appetite of her own to speak of, and more of the mind to ensure the horse has what she needs to keep carrying them both. She does take a swig of water from her saddlebags, and palms an apple to the still-wet lips. She keeps an ear out for word that they're continuing.
Colt helps settle the herd then breaks her mare
That sound of freedom stampeding
Why can't I feel the same?
Why can't I feel the same?
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.
