Luke slowed Red to a fast canter and circled him at the woods. "Good boy, easy now." Luke said to him as he made a big circle with the blood bay stallion. He looked back at Oskar. Red arched his neck in a slight collection as they cantered.

He slowly sat up, gathering the reins more. The roan was refusing but slowed into a fast canter. Oskar knew he was cutting it close but circled the him. Clive wasnÂ’t complying very well, Oskar began to feel nervous. Clive has done this before, he was way to excited. On top of that the roan was frustrated. They were getting to close for a big circle so Oskar reached as far as he could to CliveÂ’s muzzle and tipped his nose gently. Clive quickly gave to a walk, huffing heavily. Oskar shook his head with a troubled look, the hay he had wouldnÂ’t be helping.

He walked Clive in a few circles to calm him down, trying also to get his jitters out. Than he asked him to go over to Luke and his horse. Clive was tossing his head still a little frisky though.

Luka James | 20 | Archer | Open

A Blue Ford pulled up and a silver horse trailer was attached to it. "I'm probably late.." The blue headed boy said to his sister. " I'll get Archer. " The girl said, hopping from the drivers seat and walking towards the noisy trailer. "Hush now." Luka opened up the trailer door and calmed his overly excited horse. The Gelding let out a loud neigh , proud to finally be out and walking around as Luka's sister attached a lead rope to his halter and lead him towards a fencing post. The Gelding happily walked alongside the female before she handed the rope to her sibling. "Bye, Pup." The girl walked over after ruffling his hair and walking towards her truck.

Luke watched Oskar as he walked Red about. "you ok?" Luke asked as he gave Red his head. Red dropped his head and snorted a bit. Luke patted his neck a bit as they walked.

He shook his head, “He does this sometimes,” he replied concerned. The stallion crow-hopped. Oskar sat deep in the saddle keeping the stallions head up. “I think it may have been they hay he had eaten. It has been awhile since he has had that much alfalfa.” His eyebrows were furrowed as he worried about not being able to trail ride. Clive would calm down if he had some time in a the wood, he thought.

Emily was still a little red in the face as she went back to her horses' stalls. She had mild OCD, which showed most vividly in her care of her horses. If their stalls were the slightest bit messy, she had to clean them. If they hadn't finished their food, it got placed in a container and re-offered at a later time. If their water was the slightest bit dirty, slimy, or empty, it got dumped and refilled. Likewise with the horses themselves in terms of manes, tails, and grooming.

So, still lost in thought about how badly this might go for her, Emily led both of her equines out onto the cross ties where one waited far more patiently than the other as Emily picked their feet, brushed, washed, and pulled their manes until the horses looked more immaculate than before. She set a nearly uncompetable standard when it came to her horses' care.

Mirabelle hummed, happy that she had finished brading the blood bay roans mane. Rose raised her head high and let out a loud whinny. "Okay, okay, calm down." she laughed. She took her phone out of her pocket and looked at the time. "It's not that late.. I still have time." Mira smiled at Rose.

Tim and Boomer completed his little course within a few minutes,The bay gelding flicking his heels up nicely over the last pole before throwing an excitable buck.Tim chuckles,Giving him a sloppy pat before beginning to cool his mount down.

How he adored that rush riding have him,Eyes shinning as he walked Boomer back toward his stall to be untacked.His face was almost expressionless,But his eyes shimmered as the Sun gleaned his way.

"I think this whole thing is going to be interesting.."

He says to his mount ,although really it seemed he was speaking more to himself.

Rowan pulls up to the barn, smiling at the mingling riders. She was undoubtedly late, but King's temper tantrum about going in the trailer lasted longer than she expected. With a smile, she jumps out and heads to the back, lead rope in hand.

When she reaches the back, she sets the door down and steps inside, clipping the lead to the stubby dark chestnut stallion. She lead him out, his head immediately shooting up as he lets out an ear-splitting neigh.

-Prince would be tacked up in a black bridle with a rubber bit attached to it, a red saddle pad, and a black english saddle. She saw Gabriella practicing Dressage, she decided to take her time to watch the girl & her horse working together as she leans against the fence with her arms kinda folded as the gentle giant gelding watched as well, swishing his tail a bit-