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Savannah Storm | 17 | Eventer | Avatar | Wyatt Savannah hastily blinked back the few tears that were building up. She nodded somewhat blankly at Wyatt's first question, hearing but not receiving. A hesitant smile appeared on her face when he spoke again, remembering how she'd always beg Matthew to let her steal them all. Matthew. The name still rung hollow in her heart, but she was determined not to let it bother her. Realizing that she hadn't answered, she hurriedly spoke up. "Sure," she replied eagerly, a light in her eyes appearing for the first time that day. "What time?" She wrinkled her face as she tried to remember the lesson schedule, hoping that hers were later. |
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Emily | Eventing | Open . Emily sat in front of her mirror, long hair frizzy and oddly crimped from sleep. She glanced irritantly at the clock. 1:50pm. It wasn't surprising that she had slept for over fifteen hours, that was actually less sleep than she'd aquired in the past days. It seemed to be the norm now, with little to get up for. Little to be happy about. She hadn't even seen her horses in three days. She'd been letting the OCD, the anxiety, the stress take over, and at some point she'd just crashed. After all, what was there to look forward to from here? |
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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: T'sani, Open . -Heather petted Prince before leaving his stall and placed his halter & lead rope away then grabs Mystery's sky blue nylon halter & lead rope. She shut her locker door as it locks by itself then she heads out of the barn as she makes her way to the pasture to fetch Mystery to get her training going, she didn't feel very well but she hid it very well. Once she has gotten to the pasture gate, she was greeted by her colorful mare that was trotting over to her, she was glad to see that Mystery has come out of her shell which her personality was showing like a rainbow after the rain has stopped- . -The young woman gently stroked the mare's face before slipping her halter on then takes her out of the pasture as she starts to lead her back to the barn to get the mare ready for her training which Heather thought about trying her out in the Show Jumping arena- |
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Wyatt | Rodeo | Sav, Tristan Wyatt watched her expression changed, which brought a lighter air to his roughened expression as well. So much had happened with Emily, yet little truly occurred. No progress, yet plenty of experience. It was hard to truly percieve until he'd been put in the shoes he was in, but there was never a thought of leaving them. She needed him. "Whatever time is best for you, kid. All we're doing today is wrestling fillies, I brought one that needs to be broke and one that needs to learn groundmanners. I thought about letting Noah sit on the one that needs to be broke, what a sight that would be, huh? His sixty pound body would land in Texas by the time the mare got 'im off," he said with a chuckle. As Tristan approached, the two men exchanged awkward smiles, as was custom. While Wyatt was nice, he didn't appreciate Tristan's snarkcasm, or him leaving everyone in the dark on Emily. Tristan didn't appreciate exchanging niceties with anyone, and did'nt. "Hello, Savannah. Are you doing the hunter lesson? Do you know where Noah is, by chance?" |
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Jace Wayland | M | 19 | Eventing | Dagger | M: Open Jace pulled up to the barn and parked his truck. He turned it off then got out. His curly golden shoulder length hair with pushed back out of his face. He had on black breaches, black tall boots, a blue shirt and a hooded black vest. His blue eyes scaned over the grounds then he turned swiftly to the back of his trailer. |
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Savannah Storm | 17 | E | Wyatt, Tristan Savannah shrugged. "Last I knew he wass showing around some new guy," she said, an unfeeling mask immediately thrown over her face when Tristan arrived. She glanced at Wyatt. "What time's the lesson?" Her eyes quickly averted to Tristan as she spoke, not wanting to seem rude. Quickly reaching int her back pocket, she tugged out a heavily crumpled piece of paper, the remains of the lesson timetable. She consulted it seriously. "Ja, I think I'll do it," she said, her lips pursed slightly. Turning to Wyatt, she continued their earlier conversation. "I have a break at 2," she replied. "If that works, that is. I just have to be back by five-fifteen. Depends how far away the auction is." She stared at the clouds, trying to remember the auctionhouses in the vicinity of White Oaks. |
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Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ & E | Jace Cam stayed standing in the parking lot as Noah dragged away the new guy, obviously excited to meet someone new. Putting his hands in the pockets of his designer jeans, he whistled carefreely. Taking a few steps, he watched a car drive in, his face masked. Seeing a young man about his age climb out, he approached him from behind. "Name's Cam." His Australian drawl resounded in every inch of the parking lot. Sticking out his hand in a high five, he waited for the man to reply. |
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Jace Wayland | M | 19 | Eventing | Dagger | M: Cameron Jace turned quickly on his heals when he heard some one behind him. He ran his hand through his golden hair. "Jace." Jace's english accent coming through slightly. He heard a pawing in the trailer. " einfach." Jace called to the stallion. The stallion calmed down slightly. |
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Tristan | HJ/E | Sav, Wyatt "Now," the instructor said in an annoyed tone, his dull look glancing around as Noah finally marched up the hill with Emily's gelding nervously jogging beside him, small ears flicking every which way. "Hey! Hi Wyatt! Hi Sav! Hi Tristan! I tried to get my new friend to come but I don't know if he wants to, he wouldn't give a straight answer." The teen boy opened the gate haphazardly, Magik giving a white-eyed glance as it slammed against the fence. Tristan said something irritable and illegible under his breath as the boy shut it with just as much gusto. Wyatt gave a small smile. "Plenty of time," he promised. "Have a good lesson, you guys."
"Have fun filly-wrestling," Tristan called as the man's massive frame lingered away, Noah mounted already. Truly, he looked impressive on the gelding, for he fit him perfectly, and his equitation had come leaps and bounds even in a month. "Alright, guys. Let's go hack around a bit, and then I'm going to give you an equitation course and a hunter course to work with. Sound good? You have twenty minutes to go flat." |
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Erin | 19 | Dressage | Mentions - Noah, Open . It was clear that Noah held no restraint. Erin didn't mind it, though, despite his constant stuttering and rosy cheeks, and he actually sort of enjoyed the guy's outgoing presence. Although he went a bit blank at the blunt brush over of a woman's legs being removed, he tried to push that thought aside and focus on what was coming next. After all, it seemed that Noah's thoughts were never ending and, even though the tour had just started, that the property was never to end either. . No lie, he felt a tingly coldness hit him when the "secret" words were leaned in for. He was frozen in it for a moment until he blinked himself into reality. Stop doing that! Erin scolded himself silently. . Come the travel across the arena, Erin had managed to stay right behind Noah. He gave an encouraging gaze with a blink as he was glanced back at, wanting the "show" to continue. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
