"Ah, I understand. Can you tell me a bit about what level you're riding at currently? Your information on my sheet is pretty vague..."

Giving him an expectant look, Katrina crossed her arms over her maroon riding shirt, her dark breeches showing dirt and horse hair from hours and hours of wear in the morning and the beginnings of the afternoon. "I have a showjumper I need schooled, if you're not busy."

" Oh - Right."

He gave another weak chuckle before ending the call,Trying to think positively whilst attempting to tame his phone's map.

For the time he waited,Tim had done a similar thing - questioning his choice to even return.Or,More accurately his choice to allow Wyatt to bring him back to White Oak - Back to Emily.He didn't exactly play nice before he got dragged away - and he very much assumed despite his deep hopes the pair had become alot more serious.

He was stirred by the truck pulling up a little too close to the bench for comfort,Tim believing it would plough right into him.But remarkably he made no flinch or attempt to move at that realisation - the last few months had done that to him.Tim offered a weak smile,Grateful to his aquantaince for giving him a lift, before he made alot of effort to put the cases in the back.His luggage suddenly felt heavy - you wouldn't think he had travelled like this for years not so long ago.

He regained his posture,feeling fatigued but trying not to show it.It didn't occur to him it was perfectly obvious anyways,having not noticed his personal decline over the period of time.Tim hopped into the passenger seat,offering a quiet glance before just sitting in a slightly awkward silence.He'd met this man once - and didn't exactly know much about him beside his name.

Well and his adoration for Emily..

His frame softened a little as this realisation hit him,thinking he at least owed it to her to try get along.

"So erm - How's it been going?."

He questioned,trying his least favourite tactic of small talk.Tim reckoned he knew the answer from Wyatt's stream of voicemails lately..

Gonna be hecka short cuz I'm on my phone :( rip

Wyatt | Rodeo | Tim

Wyatt was nothing but pleasant, a business as usual attitude combined with a genuinely kind demeanor. As he pulled out of the parking lot, managing not to hit the random rednecks who tried to jaywalk in front of him, he gave the man a serious glance. "Listen, man, I've never been too big on small talk. Whatever happened to you, I'm here to lend an ear or whatever you need, but it pretty much ruined my girlfriend's chances at happiness. Now, I don't know enough about you, or your relationship with her, I don't care, to really know why it made her so depressed, but if you care about her, you'll help me put aside our differences and forget the past, and just focus on being a united front in helping her get back on her feet...prolly shouldn't have used that choice of word, my bad."

Sandra Proudstorm | 18 | Show Jumper | Moonstone River | M: Open

-Sandra got done getting her tack settled neatly in the tackroom as it would be next to her older sister's tack section then she grabs Mystery's sky blue nylon halter before she head out of the tack room, leaving the barn as she heads over to the pasture to get Heather's mare. When she got over there, she saw the mare grazing peacefully as she took in Mystery's beauty while approaching the pasture gate. She whistled to the mare as Mystery raised her head before trotting over to her then she watched the mare halt in front of her-

-Sandra gently petted the mare before placing her halter on, clipping her lead rope to her halter in the process then she leads the mare out of the pasture before leading her back towards the barn to get her tacked up in her own tack since her sister took the rest of her tack with her for the Land Rover. She lead the mare inside, towards one of the open wash stalls before she started brushing the mare down as Mystery was behaving very well with her, after a while of brushing she started tacking her up but she never rode in a bit as she always rode bitless even though she never cared for bits at all-

-once she got done tacking the mare up, she lead Mystery out of the barn as she goes to one of the arenas closest to the drive way to start riding the mare there. She lead her into the arena before shutting the arena gate close before locking it then she lead the mare to the center of the arena before placing her foot into the stirrup then she hoists herself up, swinging her leg over before setting herself down into the saddle as she placed her other foot into the stirrup then she started riding Mystery at a walk as she rode her around the arena, along the arena fence line a bit as she left some space between them & the fence-

Jace checked Dagger's water real quick then looked back at Katrina. Dagger went over and started munching on his hay. Jace looked at a silver watch he had on his slim wrist. "Yeah, i can spare a few hours to do some jumping." Jace told her as he glanced at Dagger then at his tack. "Let me put me tack away real quick."

Jace walked out of the stall and closed the stall door then locked it. Jace picked up his saddle, bridle sand saddle pad and went and put it away in the tack room. He got a quick drink then walked back out to see Dagger nuzzling Katrina. Jace cleared his throat and Dagger looked his way then stopped.

Judea | 16 | HJ | M: Athens

Grass of the offroad swished and flattened beneath small boot prints as a cold air nipped at the boy's nose. Swaddled in an oversized dark grey hoodie that he had snagged from his best friend and father-figure, the blond walking beside him, Judea held his arms folded near to himself for warmth, taking extra steps than he usually would to keep pace. His childlike face was on the paler side, mostly due to temperature, which caused his freckles to stand out more from behind his large black glasses. As he continued to walk, his mainly short red-brunette hair bounced ever so slightly in its swoop-- the up-down stretch which brushed into his upper face. Turning his head a bit, he focused his brown-amber gaze on his friend previously mentioned, Athens.

Athens was only four years older than Judea, but he was a load more mature than the giggly teen. He walked more purposefully, strides expressing a sort of confidence, and his green-brown eyes refused to break their focus on the path ahead. Perhaps it was good that he was on the end of being stone faced, as his younger partner certainly took issue with seriousness and a long lasting attention span.

"Why do we have to walk? Ol' Betsy could have brought us there much faster!" Judea complained, giving an expression similar to puppy eyes when the blond looked at him. "First off, you've really got to stop calling the car Betsy." Athens began with an amused smirk, looking ahead once more as he shrugged his small backpack back into place on his shoulders. "A little stroll never hurt anybody, did it?"

Giving a cute grumble, Judea indignantly gave a quick bunny scrunch of his nose before looking back in front of him. In all honesty, he enjoyed going out like this, but he truly despised the cold. Although the two boys mainly lived on the streets, the car they took shack in at least had blankets and cushioned seats. Now, the heater was destroyed, but getting comfy in there was plenty warmer than sitting outside. At least White Oaks isn't far.. He thought to himself. It was just then, as if summoned by said thought, that the front walls of the equestrian property came into view. Judea immediately perked up, a surge of excitement hitting him. Out of the blue, he grabbed Athens' forearm and started going faster, halfway dragging his friend as he beamed, " Come on! It's close!"

Wyatt | Rodeo | Tim

Wyatt raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the man beside him with a confused expression. "Pick up? I have no clue what that means in this context, man. The only pickup I know is the one I'm driving. I don't really get some of the stuff y'all foreigners say, I've been here my whole life."

While Wyatt had a tremendous amount of saintly qualities, intelligence was not something that came naturally to the man. However, he did understand the latter half of the man's interrogation, and he replied as he pulled onto the sideroad that led to the massive property. He knew it well, for his ranch was less than twenty miles down the road, the two gigantic pieces of acreage bordering each other.

"Well, she had a few people coming in, but we couldn't get her to say anything to them. The only people she lets into her room are me and Conrad, because he brings her meals and spends some time talking with her a couple times a day. All we can really do is be supportive at this point, we try and get her out but she's pretty much given her horses' care away to Noah, as well as your horses. And you know how much she loves her horses...yours too, for that matter. But, when she came back, all she wanted to do was sleep. She swore she'd never walk again, and never did anything to change that idea. She sleeps pretty much all day, no matter what we do..."

Taking the right turn into the long, windy driveway, he asked, "where do you want me to pull in? I'm hoping Emily will be up to seeing you, but I'm sure you also might want to see your horses. I know it's been a while..." Getting back to his main priority, he said, "we may wanna pull a fast one on her, and not actually tell her, just give you the key and let her deal with it. But, I don't want to disrespect her, either. I'll leave it to you to decide..."

Katrina | HJ/ECT | Jace

Katrina had become fast friends with the large stallion, whose entire face was now buried in her chest. When the man came back, she said, "I think your horse may be my favorite out of the ones I've met here so far."

As he finished up with his own mount, Katrina pulled a shiny golden bay stallion out of a stall from the other end of the barn, walking him down to the crossties nearest Jace. "His tack is right here, I'll help you groom him and get him ready. You can take that side, I'll take this one." As she brushed him casually, she said, "so, tell me what your riding background is? How high are you jumping?"

Jace smiled faintly as he watched Dagger. "It's funny when most people hear his name is Dagger, they think it is cause he is wild and crazy but he is so chill." Jace told her as he watched a golden bay stallion follow her out ofa stall.

Jace watched how the horse moved. His step was even but he was slightly butt high. His big stallion neck stretched out as he walked next to the girl. His steps' were kinda slow and lazy looking. But over all the tall stallion looked strong and powerfull in his hind end. Jace walked over and held out his hand slightly for the stallion to sniff then he ran his hand down the horses back.

Jace was snapped out of his thoughts' when he heard Katrina speak to him. He got a brush then started up at the stallions neck as he rose his head up slightly. Jace rubbed the horses face softly and he lowered his head. Jace looked up at the girl on the other side of the horse.

"Well, i have been competing in eventing with my sister since i was ten, and so far i made it to the Junior Olympics and Rolex." Jace told her wile brushing down the stallions neck and back. "And i'm doing Olympic height jumps on Dagger right now." Jace explained as he brushed down the stallions legs.