this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
It all just fuckin’ hurts, and Raza’s swearin’ to herself that if given the option between horses and the Ark again, she’ll choose the Ark any day. The horse dances beneath her, tuning into its rider’s inexperience and unease - not trying to throw her off, but far more mischievous than she’d been led to believe when choosing a mount.
Someone, somewhere is having a good laugh at the barkeep. And when she finds out who it is, she’s gonna water down the fuck out of their next couple of drinks. Still, she’s tryin’ her best to seem capable and competent. She nods at Aurelia’s instructions and then watches Ray to see if they’re on the same page. Liftin’ her hand to signal that she’s ready, Raza drops it and as Ray an’ her horse start to move, Raza squeezes her heels into her ride’s sides and sends a prayer to Frey that she doesn’t fall off.
Attempting to direct the horse into an actual pincer movement, Raza can at least say that she ain’t afraid’a failure.
Someone, somewhere is having a good laugh at the barkeep. And when she finds out who it is, she’s gonna water down the fuck out of their next couple of drinks. Still, she’s tryin’ her best to seem capable and competent. She nods at Aurelia’s instructions and then watches Ray to see if they’re on the same page. Liftin’ her hand to signal that she’s ready, Raza drops it and as Ray an’ her horse start to move, Raza squeezes her heels into her ride’s sides and sends a prayer to Frey that she doesn’t fall off.
Attempting to direct the horse into an actual pincer movement, Raza can at least say that she ain’t afraid’a failure.
RAZA
