"So, why're you here?" Savannah eventually said, breaking the silence that was threatening to overflow. She looked at her shoes, faking interest in the worn boots. Inwardly squirming when he didn't immediately reply, she kicked herself mentally. If he doesn't wanna talk, just leave him! she told herself, frustrated.

Zander | NT | Sav

The young man remained in a spiteful silence, a smirk tugging at his lips. Finally, something he could control. He couldn't control his past, nor his future, or where he was forced to be every night. He couldn't control the fact that if he ran away again, he'd probably be homeless for the rest of his life. His birthday was only a few months away, and once it happened, the foster care system wouldn't care a bit.

He looked the girl over with keen eyes, deciding that she too was like Wyatt. In a general sense, anyway. And in any case, that meant she was danger. Easily-manipulable danger, who could fall into any ploy he so much as thought upon. Oh, this would be fun, he thought, that silence unceasing until the very moment he saw in her eyes she was bound to walk away. "Because Wyatt made me..." His voice was a low grumble, nothing incredibly satisfying to the ear, though, nothing about the boy was satisfying to the senses. His clothes were ragged, all black, all torn. His hair was a greasy mess that fell in matted knots to his shoulders, and his facial expression seemed fixed in a lowly scowl. It was anyone's wonder why a man like Wyatt had taken charge of such an opposite looking adolescent, the only rational reasoning seeming to be the man's endless heart.

Wyatt | NT | Cam, Heather

"I'm glad," Wyatt replied in a calm, gentle tone. "Your horses are so well-behaved, Heather. I'm surprised they're not going crazy with you not riding them. I know mine would all be beside themselves." His tone wasn't accusatory in any sense, merely acknowledging in an impressed tone her feats of horsemanship. Turning back to Cameron, Wyatt gave a bright smile. "So, Cam, what kind of riding do you do?"

Tim had been sat in a 'th8nking' position,Right hand in a slightly clenched form to his mouth.He soon stretched out of it as Tristan entered,Offering a 'pfft' of relief.

"You're a miracle worker- I don't think I could deal with anymore of his pantomime performances.."

His voice dripped with honoured sarcasm,eyes returning to the floor as they sat in silence for a few more minutes.

He'd half anticipated a question coming - But not in that context.Tim felt a sheepish blush come slightly over his cheeks - a regretful look in his eyes.

"Lonely.Not to mention stupid.If I hadn't.."

He pauses with a deep breath - Tim knew how stupid it was to try and blame himself,Even if deep down he really felt the responsibility.But he knew expressing it in a sour manner would hardly change the past - or help the overlying mood.

(Sorry for the delay - Never crossed my mind the post may be on another page *Facepalm* xD )

No worries, I just moved it up for that reason! I forgot too :)

Tristan | HJI | Tim

Tristan looked at the man with a sympathetic glint in his eye, though barely detectable, the way he liked it. "If you hadn't left, she wouldn't have had a terrible fall, which, was a riding decision, by the way, which led to two open fractures, which, since she destroyed her ankles in a car accident when she was seventeen didn't leave any place for them to re-insert the bones, which led to an infection created by poorly patched up ankles, which led to an amputation and an infection that may or may not have given her pneumonia or something similar? Yeah, sounds like it's all your fault." Tristan gave a hardly audible snicker, continuing, "seriously, Tim. Think about what would have happened if you hadn't left. Maybe you two would've gotten into one of your famous scuffles and I would've taken her anyway. Maybe you would've had to watch railside when it happened, would you have preferred that? If it were my wife, I would be spending less time worrying about whose fault it was, and more time worrying about spending as much time with her as possible. Tomorrow is especially not guaranteed now, if it was ever." Pulling out his phone, he gestured to his acquaintance. "Do you want to see the fall or would you rather stay blissfully ignorant?"

"Um, thanks. I've never had anyone complement about my horsemanship before so that makes you the first" - She shyly said as she would finished hosing Prince down before grabbing a towel then starts to dry him off- "Prince can behave at some points but he doesn't like men very much since he was abused by them a long time ago. Hell, when I first got him he threw my ass off then he would chase me over the round pen fence but I blamed myself more since I knew that it wasn't his fault...he had two strikes on him when his different owners brought him back which he got labeled dangerous.."