how 'bout them cowgirls
Word Count → +3 :: this is bleh.
This festival was ridiculously entertaining. Dixie could walk through one tent and end up spending hours upon hours there conversing with one or two others about the goods they had brought to trade. There were a few leather workers and weapon makers that caught her attention for a lot of that time, and she’d taken a while to watch and learn some of their techniques as they crafted. As the sun began to fade, she realized that it was time to leave the other pack tents and find her own friends and family. Wayne immediately popped up in her mind, as he had done multiple times during the day. Anytime she saw something fascinating she wondered if he would like it as well.
As she walked away from the Ichika no Ho-en tent, her brain suddenly remembered the horses. She hadn’t even gone to check on Duke and Fern today! What kind of horrible horse mama was she?! Clenching her jaw tightly, she stuck her nose in the air and took a deep breath, searching for Wayne’s scent. If she could find him quickly, perhaps they could go visit their horses together, and she’d see all of her favorite creatures at the same time. No such luck so far in finding his scent, there were too many other smells mixing to find anything very individual. Sighing, the small girl kept walking, getting closer to the Casa tent before sniffing around again.
There, his scent was strongest near the entrance of the tent and headed towards the musical sounds…so he was there listening to that cacophony of sound? Great! Dixie yipped softly and took off towards the tent where the dancing seemed to be taking place. After bursting through the tent flaps, she stood stock still and scanned the large room, searching for her cowboy. There he was…back in the dark corner, watching the dancers with a little smirk on his face. Shrugging the deerskin coat from her shoulders, the small white female strode towards Wayne, grinning happily.
“Well howdy there, cowboy… you seem to have taken a fancy to the dancin’?” The small woman snuggled her body up against his, fitting perfectly as she was about his height perfectly when he was seated. Nuzzling his neck, she flicked her tongue out over his fur and nibbled up the side of his face sweetly. “Have you checked the horses, today? Oh…and I love ya.”
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