Kholo Mzi | 32 | Owner | Open

Kholo walked purposefully towards the tackroom. Carrying a saddle on her arm, she clenched her teeth to keep the piece of paper from flying away. Her arms were damp with sweat despite the cool breeze from an hour's work with a particularly cantankerous mare.

Knocking the door open with her knee, Kholo quickly dumped her leather dressage saddle on its rack, slinging the bridle carelessly on its hook. She finally took the neatly typed paper out of her mouth and found a red pin. Pinning it to the messy noticeboard, she stepped back to see how it turned out.

She sighed. The wording was awful!. Too late now, she thought ruefully, picturing the stack of flyers in her office. A smile lit up her face.

Noah | H/J/E | Kholo, Tristan

Over the past month or so, Noah had settled down slightly, maturing a bit each day as he had to take on more and more responsibility. Under the guidance of both Tristan and Emily, Noah had taken on the responsibility of being the main rider for both of the eventing trainers' horses, the female rendered unable to even walk, and the male simply gone, leaving the geldings behind. Not only did he have these four, but he had his own mare as well as the school horse he'd been assigned. Having six horses a day, plus whatever Wyatt brought him over had been a lot for the teenager, but he'd accepted the task with gusto. As it had turned out, everyone was more pleased with him now than they ever had been, for the more tired he was each day, the less stupid he became.

Noah was strolling the barn searching for Savannah and Tristan when he saw Kholo putting up a piece of paper. Observantly, he watched and read, waiting until she was finished to ask her, "we're having a show here? That's so cool! And we're having hunters AND jumpers?!"

-Heather would be riding her gelding at the cross country course since her leg was a lot better now. Her mind raced with every thought in her mind as she felt completely out of it but she stayed intuned with her companion as they soared over the obstacles while making sure to keep him at a steady pace so the old boy wouldn't end up pushing himself like he usually does on the course. She wondered how her mother, her little sister and her three dogs are doing while Mystery was out grazing in the large pasture so she isn't cooped up in her stall all day-

-Prince playfully tossed his head while his strides lengthened from his gallops, pale hooves beating against the ground beneath them along with a swish of his active tail. After what felt like an hour of training on the country course, Heather slowed the large gelding to a gentle halt then pats him on the right side of his neck with her right hand- "Good boy, you did great" -she softly said with a gentle smile on her soft lips then she dismounted before leading him back to the barn to cool him off since he was sweaty from the training-

Keeping her back towards Noah, Kholo's eyes twinkled with mirth. "No, actually I just printed a hundred of those flyers telling a lie," she replied dryly, turning around to face him. "Of course we are!" Pausing, she added, "Oh, and would you be willing to compete in one or two of them? I'm looking for a couple of riders from here to enter." Flipping through the file in her right hand, she opened it up. She pursed her lips together thoughtfully. "Might pair you up with Savannah," she murmured softly, her serious eyes spinning with ideas.

Savannah tightened Avatar's girth swiftly, her aquamarine eyes serious. Adjusting the stirrups, she led the large grey stallion to the racetrack, passing Heather momentarily on the way.

The stallion pranced excitably, his breath condensing in the cold air. He tossed his head somewhat arrogantly, his hooves hitting the turf loudly. "Shush!" Savannah chided, nudging his shoulder. "We aren't starting a rock band, y'know." Avatar neighed ecstatically back, nuzzling her shoulder. "Oh, stop it, you big baby," she murmured affectionately, halting him.

Putting her foot in the stirrup, she swung up comfortably, immediately tightening the reins as Avatar tried to canter forward. "Not yet, bub," she said as she clucked him into a trot. Rising easily, she guided him around the track, going around twice before nudging him into a canter.

The wind whipped around her, causing her eyes to stream. Avatar lengthened his strides to a racehorse gallop, stretching his neck forward. Savannah loosened the reins slightly, giving him that extra speed needed for a strong finish.

Indeed I did. Hope that's fine, Tangle! I figured you'd be excited to see more friends in the thread!))

Noah | HJ/E | Erin, Kholo

Noah's bright eyes lit up enthusiastically, his mind, too, spinning with ideas. "Is that even a question, silly?! I'll ride Mya in jumpers, Magik in dressage, Jest in cross country, Tabby in hunters, Boomer in the equitation..." Like the scatter-brained adolescent he was, Noah began spewing off the names of the horses he wished to use... in every competition.

"Have you seen Sav? Or Zander? Or Wyatt? I'm supposed to have a lesson soon, but I haven't seen anybody this morning..."

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After a while of half-hearted though fully energetic searching, Noah finally ended up near one of the front driveways looking for Wyatt's odd-looking truck. What he did find was what he assumed to be a new student, for some of the riders' horses had arrived during the week, and each day he woke up to a new surprise of a different equine in size, shape, and color in a previously empty stall.

Approaching the man energetically, he waved brightly, a big grin on his baby-face. "Hiya! Hey! I'm Noah! What's your name! Are you new here?!"