(Debating if my character should text Kholo the apology or wait to tell her the apology in person xD)

Like on the sheets that give a description of the horse. In he first posts. He doesn't have a color. He's just 15.3HH :D

Thanks Tangle xD

That's very helpful <3

Now! On to the reply!

(Let's get this show on the road!)

The steely lorry shared the same tones as the sky above It,But as the wheels crunched down the driveway it seemed to glisten in an eye catching manner.Perhaps it was the personalised bright pink logos plastered along the sides,So obnoxious it was impossible to miss.It didn't get better for standers by as it neared and ground to a halt in the centre of the car park,Causing general chaos.

Almost before the lorry had stopped, two men,both faces as steely and strained as the other hastily making their ways around to the back to lower the ramp.Now out stepped a seasoned and impeccably built blood bay,his form giving out immediate calm and ease.It was incredibly obvious from the Gelding's curious yet settled manner he was used to moving around - alot.

Now finally after a few moments the front door opened carelessly,the hinges cracking as the door's weight slammed against them in the way they didn't fold.Then with a nonchalant glance around,out stepped a seemingly uninterested young lady.At first glance you'd certainly be forgive for thinking she had no interest in horses at all, looking more like a lost model than anything.But on a little observation,it was clear by the same branding (a bright pink block of wording ' Starr ' )plastered across her tightly- fitted top , she was in fact the young rider who was now enrolling here.

"Daddy,I thought you said this place was special. - It's utterly-.."

Her whiney tone was cut off by another voice down the phone,To which between that and her nails her full attention was devoted.The strawberry-blonde's mount had been whisked away,the young lady not so much as giving a glance to check his welfare.

"It will be sweetheart - Daddy promised.Im sorting your trainer remember?"

The girl gave a scowl at his reassurance,simply snapping,

"You better."

Her meticulously cared for nails tapped the phone off,her green eyes finally turning to her surroundings.After a distasteful quick look she clamboured back into the side of the Lorry,Not bothering to aid with moving her things or settling Mickey.

"I need a coffee.."

(forcing my character to soicalize before she leaves for the Land Rover xD)

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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: Kholo (Indirectly), Samantha, Open

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-Heather texted Kholo the apology to Kholo since she felt a little afraid to speak to her in person, the text went like this. Text: Hey Kholo, I'm truely sorry for not telling you about the Land Rover. I was really excited when I got a letter saying that I got accepted to compete for the 2020 Land Rover Olympic Championships which will probably be Prince's last show before he retires. I've learned a lot from you from months that I got to stay here and I wanted to thank you for being such a sweet a sweet & understanding Barn owner & Riding instructor that I ever knew. Your's truely, Heather Proudstorm-

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-Heather would hit the send button then she walked off to her jeep to sit inside for a while to try to collect her thoughts while silently calling herself a dumbass for almost 5 or 10 minutes then she saw a car pull up to the stables before she starts acting like she was busy on her phone-

This would be about two or three days prior to current day in their time :)

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Keenan/Noah (ultimate troublemakers) | Emily, Tim

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It was well past midnight, and the two boys were still in the lounge playing video games and otherwise wreaking havoc on the White Oaks society. After a lull in the conversation, Keenan said, "man, I'm tired. You up for a game of truth or dare?"

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Nodding enthusiastically, and equally as sleepily, Noah replied, "yeah bro, truth or dare?"

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"Dare, bro, what else?" He shot back, his gigantic frame pressed against the couch comfortably--they'd been there for six or eight hours at least.

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"I dare you to sneak into Emily's dorm, steal her phone, and use it to text Tim."

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Chuckling, Keenan's green-eyed gaze grew mischevious as he got up slowly, several of his bones cracking as he began to make his way across the room and out, jogging across the open field as Noah pressed his face up against the glass, watching the man as he left. Suddenly feeling alone, Noah followed slowly behind, his eyes catching a figure in the distance. Was that... Katrina? Running? Yeah, sounded right to him. Even when she worked for his brother, she was into some wacky stuff like that.

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Keenan slipped in, knowing full well the girl would be fast asleep. As of late, she'd been taking some sort of offbrand NyQuil or some other sleep aid to knock herself out for a full eighteen hours of rest. His tall figure lingered in the doorway for only a moment, a peaceful smile prompting his features to soften slightly as he watched her sleep. Then, he brought himself back to task, slowly creeping over to where her phone was on the nightstand and unplugging it. When it made a noise and flashed bright, the man grimaced, slowly and not in any way efficiently or quietly crawling under the bed she was sleeping on, his legs hanging past the bed due to his great height. She seemed to resume her deep sleep, but the man remained under the piece of furniture, scrolling through an immense group of contacts and scrolling through the letter 'K' absent-mindedly. When he reached his name, he frowned at the fact that his formal name was in her phone, and edited it to 'Special K, my best friend and matchmaker,' before continuing onto 'T.' Slowly, he tapped on Tim's name and messaged him, "hey, I know you're probably in love with someone else by now, but I love you and I miss you. Come back."

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Smirking to himself devilishly, but not escaping the warm feeling such a text gave him, he clicked 'send' before plugging her phone back in, and deleting the thread before she could see what he'd done. This time, he heard more mumbling, which caused him to slowly inch back under the bed as she did awaken this time, a great silence taking over the room. Keenan remained as still as possible, wondering if he'd be forced to stay under the bed until morning, or if she'd even leave at all the next day. He hadn't seen her out in several days.

Tim isnt back here yet Aspen - Soon but not quite yet Lol.Ive Just made the post for my new character, Samantha. X3 )

Keenan/Noah shenanigans - check.

Gotta make my Wyatt post, but I'm going to skip ahead for that one. Stay tuned :)

and I oop xD

Timothy Blue / EI / England / M:

6am.Why had she texted him at that sort of time - 12pm in her timezone (his mind had taken a while to work that out in his state).A few days had passed since the random message,out of no where with no explanation and no following up either.He hadn't replied, totally puzzled on what it meant and how to even respond to that.Tim knew what he hoped it meant - he had to admit despite the early rising making him rather grumpy,his heart did skip the odd beat at reading the message,The same happening each time his eyes ran over it with disbelief.

Did she mean it?Had she missed him all this time?He gave a frown as his gaze temporarily moved from today's set of riders.

Of course not,It must have been a sick joke.Emily wouldn't do that though -.. Well maybe with how tough things were no doubt.

Despite a cool feeling of doubt and disbelief,he couldn't help the faint feeling of warmth his stomach had been missing.

(Okily Dokie ;P )