Mikaela, the snobby horsegirl, was walking out with one of Lilith's horses, a stunning blue roan Thoroughbred mare.

"Hey, uh-uh! You ain't gettin' my horses, Mikaela, put her back!" Lilith snapped. "You have no right to touch my horses. You don't respect my boundaries and rules, you cause my Friesian to break his leg! You- no. Just put her back."

Once out on the trail, Lilith was on a solid black Tennesse Walking horse stallion. She rode beside Dylan, except she was bareback. "So, um... what breed is Robyn?" She asked.

"Ah." She stated. "He's a pretty gelding, I'll give him that. You show him?" She was trying to have a small conversation between Dylan and her, two horse lovers. Her stallion snorted and whinned, prancing beside Robyn, tossing his head slightly.

"That's cool. I also compete with my horses, but I mainly do Western." She stated. Her stallion snorted and reared slightly, just eager to go faster than a walk.

"Easy, boy." She murmured, handling the excited stallion. She turned back to Dylan.

"Sorry about that, he's an aciteable one. He likes to go fast. I'm trying to work with him regarding that." She apologized.

"I do rodeos, barrel racing, roping, pole bending, reining, cutting, western pleasure, pretty much all western sports." She nodded. "I did try English a handful of times, but it just didn't suit me." She explained. "So, how many horses do you own?"