Jace Wayland | M | 19 | Eventing | Dagger | M: Open

(This is probably gonna be horrible lol)

Erin | 19 | Dressage | M: Open

Erin had long since slipped into the stall of his shiny grey mare's stall. They had lay next to each other, the teen petting her soft face and large pregnant belly lovingly. It was then, as he quietly spoke encouraging words to his soothed equine, that he realized he had his first ever lesson. The thought of it brought back his nerves in an instant. What if he wasn't good enough? What if he didn't understand what they wanted? What if the school horse didn't like him? Many, many 'what if's' entered his anxious head like a whirlwind.

Soon a heavy sigh escaped his lips. It'll be fine, he thought, whispering an "I love you," to Arvea before reluctantly standing up. The warmblood gave a look similar to puppy eyes, making him feel bad for leaving. "You've got your little babe to keep you company." He smiled weakly, practically dragging himself out of the stall. Erin was sure to close and latch the door before his adorable equine drew him back in for more cuddles.

Shoving his hands into his pockets for warmth and comfort, he began his travel to his school horse in short, quick strides. He knew he wasn't a bad rider, and maybe he could admit to being sort of good, but fear of coming up short continued to engulf him. He'd do anything to get out of facing that fear. But then, in an even more horrifying turn of events, not showing up could get him kicked out of the whole program. After all, what's the point of having someone take up space and do nothing for it? He'd hate to return back to his Virginia friends with the bad knews, then hiding back to Canada pitifully. In that moment, it seemed that all of his options were undesirable.

Coming up to his school horse's stall, he tried to exhale his fear. The last thing he needed was his nerves translating to fear in Zues. Blinking into a kind expression, he greeted the bay gelding by allowing him to sniff his hand through the barring of the stall. "Heya, kiddo." Erin said softly. The Oldenburg gave a few nervous snorts before releasing a breath, relaxing his defined muscles. Hopefully a good sign. The teen thought.

Grabbing a dark leather halter and attached blue nylon lead off the stall wall, he unlatched the door and slowly slid it open enough to squish through. Zues watched him carefully, black pointed ears pricked forward in curiosity, and Erin then stood still a moment to make sure the equine was alright with him being in the stall. Releasing a breath to try persuading relaxation, he eventually inched forward to stand next to the warmblood's right side. He knew he should be on the left, but that side of Zues was against the wall, so he had to make do with haltering blind. "Work with me here, boy." The teen pleaded as he began to slip the nose band onto the horse.

Zues stayed relatively calm and, after quite a bit of random fiddling, Erin managed to latch the halter. With an accomplished breath he turned and opened up the stall door the rest of the way, then leading his horse out beside him. The pair made their way to the cross ties, both looking side to side the whole way as if they'd never been there. When they finally made it, Erin backed Zues in and clipped the ties to the halter, draping the nylon rope over his horse's neck. Seeing that there wasn't much dirt on his bay coat and a brush was left on the ground, Erin picked it up and just gave Zues a light brushing over before heading to the tack room.

Please please please remember what this horse wears... He pleaded himself as he stared around the room. There was plenty of tack everywhere; very likely more than there were actual horses in the stables. The possibility of taking the wrong equipment was rather worrying. Erin looked over everything multiple times before he began to think he knew what tack he needed. Deciding to play it safe, he gathered Arvea's equipment instead.

After checking to make sure the saddle would fit, everything went on one after the other; first a navy diamond dressage pad, then a fluffy white half pad, next the black Bates dressage saddle, of course the black gel girth, and lastly front and back navy polo wraps with small black bell boots. Erin then got his black tall boots, helmet, and gloves on before preparing to put the bridle on. Readying the bit in his hand, Zues refused to open his mouth for a good minute. When he finally did, the bit slipped right in and he immediately became fascinated with the rolling bits he could play with inside. Erin chuckled, doing up the nose band and throat latch before taking off the flash. Arvea and Zues must have had the same size head, as no adjustments were made to the bridle and it fit perfectly.

Feeling a bit braver, Erin gave Zues a soft pat and led him out of the cross ties. They walked side by side out to the arena, the bay equine giving the teen friendly and playful nudges every so often.

Kathleho Mahlope | 22 | E / XC & R | Open

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: Open

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-Heather would be just be laying on her back, thankful that the soft sanded ground broke her fall as she had regained some air back into her lungs, she just looked at the blue sky while watching the clouds float slowly through it. It wasn't long til Mystery's pink freckled muzzle was in her face, gently nudging her cheek to check if her rider was still alive or not before she started to gently pet the mare's right side of her face when she raised her right hand- "I'm alright girl" -she softly said to the mare with a calm tone in her voice-

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-Finally the young woman got back up on her feet then she dusted herself off as best as she could, she tossed the reins gently over the mare's head before getting back on while Mystery stood perfectly still until her rider was back on her back again-

I’m doing a Liz post first. :D She’s gonna start my characters off <3 Bam baby. What a post XD

Liz Farrow|Instructor|Shadow + Giant|M: Aria and Tristan

Liz turned the wheel of the truck and straightened out, pulling into her new home for a little while. She put the vehicle into park and leaned back, sighing. Looking over at the girl in her passenger seat, she could see the excitement lighting up Aria’s face. So many people in one area who cared so much about horses and riding. A dream come true. Liz squeezed her niece’s hand and smiled. “Excited, huh? It’ll be an experience of a lifetime.” The brunette girl beamed with joy. “Why don’t you go make sure Ruby isn’t too grumpy. And make sure we really didn’t forget anything.”

Aria raced out of the truck and to the trailer hitched to it as Liz calmly stepped out of the car. Pulling out her cell she searched through her contacts as she walked back to the trailer, selecting and dialing the phone number she needed. Coming up to the doors, she could see Aria was already in the back, checking on the grumpy cremello mare. Liz put the phone to her ear as the person picked up, speaking into it as she scratched Shadow’s chin.

“Hey, Tristan. Want to lend an old friend a helping hand?”

Noah | HJ/E | Dressage Peeps

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Noah brushed down Boomer's shiny bay coat with a brush in each hand, working with excessive gusto and minimal precision to clean off the coat of his next ride. Hastily, he finished wrapping the hunter green polos on each leg, his hands moving hurriedly and in somewhat-precise fashion--at least enough to get a decent wrap to each leg. Moving onto the saddle pad, saddle, and girth, Noah plowed right through until the gelding was fully tacked, bridle and all.

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Since nobody was there to witness it, Noah parked the gelding in the aisle, then got a running start, jumping onto the geriatric eventer's back, landing surprisingly balancedly in the saddle. "Should've been a gymnast," he chided, shoving his feet in the stirrups and jogging the bay up to the arena where Kholo was waiting expectantly.

Tristan | HJCT | Liz, Katrina

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Tristan picked up his phone with an air of annoyance. "How can I help you," he droned on, rolling his eyes. He wasn't eager that his wife's friend had been so keen on joining him at the farm, yet he had to fulfill the obligation, regardless of the other drama that kept occurring repeatedly, such as his kids doing irresponsible things. At the moment, he was cleaning up a mess he knew Noah had made in the wash stall.

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"Where are you? What do you need from me?"

Liz|W|Tristan, Aria, Savannah

The ebony-haired woman worked as she talked, checking her gelding for anything out of the ordinary. Rolling her eyes at Tristan's tone, she sent him some attitude back. "Well, grump, I'm currently by a barn. Aria, my niece, just took Ruby out. She probably found someone to help her. At the moment, I just need some direction in where to go." Satisfied that Shadow was ok, she looped his lead in her belt loop and walked out of the trailer, the black Appy following dutifully behind. Clicking the door shut, she sat on the hood of her rather beat-up truck, Shadow gently huffing into her torso. "From what I remember, I need to talk to someone named Kholo? And there are some horses I need to meet, for Aria and myself."