Emira's ears perked forward as someone else walked out, and Ella slowed her to a walk to avoid her getting a little antsy at the sight of another horse. A stallion at that. Whilst she was most definitely desensitized by almost everything, other horses when not in a race was crossing the line. She gave a heavy sigh and turned the mare away, muttering to herself under her breath. couldnt stay off the track, no? she thought, as she re encouraged a medium pace trot . It was bad enough that this guy was from the rival stable, but to take up space without so much as a hello? Or without asking? It was rude. Well, in her eyes anyway. Anyone else wouldnt have cared. She moved up to a canter, a rather graceful canter for a currently racing thoroughbred, and had to work a lot to pull her back from a flat out gallop.

Diablo cleared his throat slightly, realizing it probably was a little rude for just jumping on the track. Well, the girl was gone now, so he couldn't talk about it. "Whoops." He muttered, walking Speed Demon in a circle before going right back off the track. Diablo walked the horse back on the track, then off again. The third time Demon was walking calmly. After that Diablo walked the stallion off again and went to a field, still feeling bad for not asking the person who probably co-owned this stable if he could ride. He trotted Demon in the green field, and the stallion gave im a floaty, prancy, extended trot. Diablo asked the horse to canter, glad when Demon stayed mostly calm and didn't rear.

It had been quite a while since Ella brought her mare onto the track, and after a couple more canter laps of the track, and also posture checks, before brining her back to the barn. The white mare stood incredibly still as Ella slid off and clipped the mare to the outdoor cross ties, happy to just stand there and watch the passers by as she was hosed down and brushed. She massaged her hindquarters for a little while, to ease any tensed up muscles from the rather collected canter, before leading her back to her stall. After she had put Emira away, she brought out a large bay stallion,who was still yet to be given a registered name. Everyone just called him Devil- when he first came, he really was. She clipped him in the cross ties and started with the checks, thinking about the guy who entered the track earlier.

Diablo cantered Demon in circles, holding the somewhat anxious stallion back. He did flying lead changes, collected canter, extended canter... anything to tire the horse and exersice Speed Demon's muscles. Diablo finally let the horse gallop for a short distance, but since they were in the field on not on the racetrack he didn't let Demon go too fast and they only galloped for a couple seconds. The stallion was actually responding quite well to this, so Diablo praised the horse by hopping off. Demon really wasn't that sweaty, which told Diablo that the stallion wasn't freaking out too much. He led the horse back to the barns, glancing at a big bay in the aisle. Then the girl beside it. Was that the girl he had seen on the white mare? Diablo didn't know... he was good with horses but not humans. He put Demon away and untacked the horse, brushing him down thouroughly. After that Diablo went to the next stall, where a tall, well muscled mare stood. "Aaaand I have to exersice you as well, right Sierra?" He commented with a chuckle as the mare pricked her ears forward and nickered. Diablo opened the door, revealing a tall yet fine-boned palomino mare with strikingly white mane and a beautiful white tail. He started brushing the mare, a smile on his face like he really enjoyed spending time with the horses.

It had been overall an easy 10 minutes grooming Devil, he stood politely, swiping water from his bucket every now and then. But, as a voice rang out through the barn, causing the bay stallion to side step and bang himself against the wooden wall. Ella sighed, re tying the cross ties. Devil had a habit of doing that whenever someone spoke, acting as if they'd just let off a bomb whenever they walked in. She tied her hair back in a ponytail, finished up with the grooming, and lead the spooky stallion back to his stall. She passed the guy who she thought she had seen earlier, with a rather pretty mare, glancing as Devil pranced past. She put him in his stall, smoothed his neck to calm him down, and shut the door, leaning against it, rubbing her forehead.

Diablo groomed the mare thoroghly before grabbing another saddle, tacking the palomino up. After Sierra had been tacked up he led her out of the barn, mounting and walking around. Since he had gotten *the glare* last time he had gone on the race track, this time he didn't even make that obvious mistake and just went on the grass instead. Diablo trotted the mare, then cantered her. Sierra had long, easy strides, and looked a lot calmer than most thoroughbreds. Then, his mind trailed back to the mare the girl was riding. That mare seemed quite calm, and pretty too. Diablo set his mind back on his work and let the mare canter a little faster, enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing through his hair. Or, rushing through what it could get of his hair that wasn't under the helmet.