[Past] Salt Water and Sandwiches

Her reaction seemed to mirror his, though Colt wasn’t completely sure either. Both of them seemed lost in their own attempts to keep things above board and not ruin the moment and he was first to apologise. Sorry, but na. No trouble gonna befall the wee lady. Not with me about anyway. Squinting off into the distance though, Colt’s head would tilt, a slight grin tugging his lips back up soon enough. Maybe a hint of mischief, we’ll see. A shoulder bounced leaving the outcome hanging on to the events of the coming day together.

His brows soon wobbled in concern as the idea of her thrown from the saddle came flashing through his mind. Hey now, don’t say that, tone gentle, but meaningful, I’d feel sore in places, if something happened to you on our trip. Coop, for one, would whoop my ass good and I’d just take it… but the elf?. Rather I be the one who got hurt. Though a stray thought then had him pausing and leaning an arm on Bessie’s neck to tip his head at her.

Or this you asking I come up there with you and we really get a move on? That wide grin of his quickly burst across his face, cheeky but soft, matching the playful glint in his eyes. It’s a smart move honestly, means you won’t ever fall and we get there faster.

It took him a mere moment to place one hand on the pommel, his foot placed in the loop of the stirrup while his other hand gripped around the lip of the cantle behind her. Readied to mount Bessie alongside her, Colt paused, thinking on her question, grin wide in amusement. Yeah, it’s a lotta water, chuckling and then uttering a grunt as he hauled himself up. His other foot found the opposing stirrup with ease while his rear and arms came around to adjust, accounting for his front passenger.

Um, how’s that? If you scoot.. Uh.. back a little, should be a bit, uh better, yeah? His feet instructed Bessie to move on, Colt then offering a hand to take the reins. We can go a bit faster once we’re out the woods. Not much longer.