Sam flinched his fingers back just in time before Frosts teeth grinded together. "fair enough." he admited. "but its not vary tasty is it, pot noodles?" he said. Sam had always been brought up in quite a privelliged lifestyle so thats why he had a very fancy taste in food. But he didnt like to talk about his past or his family much.

"It doesn't taste bad," She said, sort of twisting his words around., "It stops me from starving." She stated lightly, looking down, "It's not like I live off of them though," She added quickly, as if she had to make that clear. "But surely Olives aren't good. They taste like rubber." She grumbled with a slight frown.

"no olives are good. they taste like the meditteranean." he remarked, pouting a little. "and they may not taste bad but they most certainly do not taste good." he said, enjoying teasing her a little bit. Sam sat down in his usual sunny spot and took out a sketchbook and pencil out of his bag. He didnt draw much, but he was good at it and enjoyed it. He found himself dawing first Nero, then Frost, Then the large beautiful lake he had seen on his fateful walk. he drew his feelings, his emotions.

"They do not." She grumbled, shaking her head before going back to work on some of Frosts stains. She was never going to get a gray horse again, not ever. And if by chance she did, it was going to have to like water. She dipped a sponge in the bucket again, and started tackling scrubbing at the mares stains on her back, of what she certainly didn't enjoy. Frost did everything in her power to get Ellie to stop, but the girl was on a mission, a mission to clean her horse.

(lol i have 2 gray horses in RL...total nightmare)

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Sam finished his drawing, which was a beautiful collage-type piece combining the things he loved about this place: the horses, the people, the locations, the sun. He was satysfied with his work, so he dumped his stuff in the tackroom, setting the sketchbook down on that table, before grabbing his tack and starting to clean i, it had become a little dusty, and was sprayed by water from frosts cleaning session.

(I have a gray and dapple gray.... The dapple is.... Alright, but the gray is not. >.>)

After around another twenty minuets, and Frost deciding that Ellie belonged in the water bucket twice, the mare was somewhat clean, and so was Ellie. She chucked a light rug on, just to keep her clean, then put Frost out and called Astra in. Thank god he was somewhat clean. She brought him in for a quick brush, then started to tack up. Once she was done, she went off to find her boots, then turned to Sam, "If you want, I can take Nero out for you now?" She questioned with a warm smile.

"thanks, but i think i can manage," he said, not coming across as bitter. He clipped on nero's lead rope and opened up his stable door. Sam hobbled out and nero was good, staying slow behind him. Sam managed to get him into the field, and Set him free, watching as he rolled around and bucked happily, pleased to be out of his enclosed stable and out in the lush green pasture with his friends.

"Alright then," She shrugged and mounted, pushing the gelding on for a short hack, then returned for some light arena work. A little bit of weaving then some raining. Ellie enjoyed raining, it was a bit like the dressage of the western world, but a little different. It was more rewarding than her barrel racing, and it made her instinctively happy when her horse got something right, well, when she got something right. After she was done, she swiftly untacked and put Astra out in the field, then proceeded to make sure all the horses were fine, in their stables and in the fields.

Sam returned slowly from the field then decided to put his food into his accomodation before it practically combusted in the heat of the day. He walked to his cabin and put his stuff on the table, before making himself a cheese and parma ham sandwich and returning to the yard, scoffing the flakey bread like there was no tomorrow.

Ellie went to make sure the tackroom was neat after thee lessons, picking up a few saddle pads and bits off of bridles and saddles. She heard the sound of a car rumbling down the driveway and she basically dropped everything and dashed to the front of the barn with a grin, the black jeep came to a halt and out stepped a brown haired young man who had an equally large grin on his face, "Ellie!" Aaron called lightly, "Look what I got," He said like a child with a new toy, pointing to the car to which Ellie looked a little confused at, "Uhm, good to see you too," She said with a small chuckle before looking the car up and down again, "It looks the same as the one you had before?" She questioned with a raised brow. "Well, it is, but new." The young man replied, still looking very pleased with the new car. "What was the point in getting a new one then?" Ellie asked, an amused image crossing her face. "I... Crashed the old one into a lap post." Aaron replied with an embarrassed smile.