You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Stupid enough to get itself caught up in the quicksand, the foal wasn't equipped with the brainpower to adjudicate friend from foe just now, and honestly, we can cut him a bit of slack. Far as he could tell, there was a man with an axe yelling, a dragon blasting fire, and some hungry-looking bags of garbage with teeth looking to make him into a snack.
"Oh no you fuckin' don't." Unlike Tal, Morgen doesn't take in the finer points of the scene, but instead blinks it all in in a single go; there's the foal and the rats. Twisting with ease to suggest the movement had been practiced many a'time before, Morgen retrieves his lariat from where it was tied to the back of his saddle. Slipping his fingers between the loops, he tosses it over the colt's head though doesn't pull it tight. Instead, he dallies it around the horn of his saddle as he dismounts, running his palm down the newly attached anchor line.
"Any o'yous wanna make a meal of him gotta come through me first." The wrangler hollers as he edges toward the edge of the quick sand. It's then that Tal comes into view, or rather, that Morgen's mind opens enough to register him. "Same goes for you." He calls, because who the fuck knew what anyone's agenda was these days.
"Oh no you fuckin' don't." Unlike Tal, Morgen doesn't take in the finer points of the scene, but instead blinks it all in in a single go; there's the foal and the rats. Twisting with ease to suggest the movement had been practiced many a'time before, Morgen retrieves his lariat from where it was tied to the back of his saddle. Slipping his fingers between the loops, he tosses it over the colt's head though doesn't pull it tight. Instead, he dallies it around the horn of his saddle as he dismounts, running his palm down the newly attached anchor line.
"Any o'yous wanna make a meal of him gotta come through me first." The wrangler hollers as he edges toward the edge of the quick sand. It's then that Tal comes into view, or rather, that Morgen's mind opens enough to register him. "Same goes for you." He calls, because who the fuck knew what anyone's agenda was these days.
