Thread: A Place to Hang your Hat [AnnaBeth and Sigr]

Alba had trouble deciphering both that girl's age and what the hell she talked about. On one hand Beth was pointing at the clouds and the word washer was telling enough paired with the urgency that they could end up getting drenched. On the other front, she was taller and looked accustomed to work hard, experienced, but her youthful face threw Alba's instincts away. Excellent police work she was doing, what the hell, she was off duty after all. It's all in boxes anyway, so it would be a bother she ended up deciding, not wanting to waste more time searching for some kind of clothing that would do little if they got caught in the rain anyways. Five hours walking? This is going to be like a damned manhunt she grunted. It wasn't as she didn't have her own share of chasing around for fugitives, but doing it because her car had croaked was a pain. Call me Alba, please, hearing you say Miss Bertorelli makes me look around for my mother she requested, noticing that they weren't supposed to walk, but riding both of them on that horse. No, never mounted before she admitted, noticing that it really was going to be one fucked up day through and through, wasn't it? Alba visibly frowned when Beth called her small, or at least her country cutesy way of saying so. She was no stupid, not only was aware of that, but she also well knew that Beth meant no ill, but it still caught her by surprise. Yes, I'm feeling wicked lucky she snorted, seeing Beth whistle for that damned horse. Their ride getting close while he lowered his enormous head to Beth's chest level basically meant that she had that creature face to face due to her height. Trying not to thing about it, she looked in awe how easily the girl had hopped into the horse. Well, they were trained for that, right? It couldn't be that hard. Left side, left foot Alba repeated while nodding, getting closer to the ride, not getting the mule out of her sight, specially after Beth's warning. Doing so as instructed, she still felt as a dwarf next to the big horse, but jockeys were even smaller and they did ride, right? With Beth's help Alba managed to climb on the ride, even if clumsily and ending up a bit wobbly, noticing how strong the girl was. The ground suddenly felt way too far for comfort, making Alba take hold of Beth's waist with both hands. Is this position fine? Alba asked, making sure she was close to Beth for safety, her perky chest stuck to her back. She had been in the back of a motorcycle more than once, so this could be more or less the same. Of course, it would be inappropriate for her to rest her head on the rider's back as she used to, taking advantage of her height, so she stood straight, keeping her balance. They hadn't started moving yet and she already knew that it was going to be one hell of a long five hour stretch. So... much crime around? Couldn't help but notice that you are packing some heat Alba commented, out of professional habit and feeling bad about it almost instantly. Well, they couldn't stay silent during five hours, that was for sure. You do good by protecting yourself though, specially here in the middle... I mean is so big this place... she changed the direction of what she was going to say mid sentence, feeling like she was messing up at every word. I was supposed to reach my new post in... Alba opened her eyes wide. Fuck, I don't remember the place and the information was on the phone admitted. I think it had prairie on the name... or was it valley... she mumbled, her voice trembling with the steps of the horse.