Sandra Proudstorm | 18 | Show Jumper | Moonstone River | M: Tim, Wyatt, Open

-When Sandra looked over at the sound of a vehicle while she had Mystery trotting as she kept in rhythm with the mare's hoof beats. She raised an eyebrow as she wondered who they were as Heather's jeep & grey two horse trailer was gone while Prince's stall was practically empty along with the tack, Sandra decided to slow the mare into a halt before waving at them in a friendly greeting as she was very opposite of her older sister. She stopped waving before she brings Mystery back up to a trot as she was giving the mare the excerise & attention that she needs while Heather is away at the Land Rover with Prince-

Katrina | HJ/ECT | Jace

Katrina stared at Fuente's side, which was at eye level, as she listened to the man speak. His resume seemed impressive, but she'd never heard of him before. Assumably, he hadn't done too well in those competitions, which left him with continued need for instruction.

"Wow, impressive," she said cooly, "you'll like this horse then. He's not too keen on dressage, and not brave enough for cross country, but he's one of the best showjumpers I've trained by far. He's kind of got an awkward motion about him, but if you can move past it, he's a powerhouse of a jumper. He's schooling 1.40's with scope to do more."

She began wrapping his front legs in polos, then the hind. He had always preferred cloth on his legs rather than plastic or anything else offered by a traditional sport boot. Then she bridled him as Jace worked on the saddle, girth, and saddle pad. Noticing a lesson in one arena, and the other occupied by a girl riding a mare she didn't recognize, Katrina said, "let's go in the large indoor, we'll have more room."

Kathleho Mahlope | 22 | E | Samantha

Having long since decided to bunk the dressage lesson, Kat was now wandering the vast property, trying to figure out what was where. The map she had received on acceptance seemed useless, and anyway, she enjoyed being alone.

The still noon air was broken by a high-pitched voice, talking loudly. Kat turned slowly to see a teen yelling at two men nera the tackroom. Wealth echoed off every inch of her pampered body, her branded clothes covered in a single word. Starr. Her minions quickly hastened to rearrange the tackroom, destroying any difference Kat had made when sorting it that morning. She stared stony-faced at the blonde, her head boiling.

Walking up to the girl angrily, Kat stood in front of her. Her dark eyes were cold but collected, her face the epitome of fury. "What," she began angrily, her German accent coming through harshly. "Do you think you are doing?" Her lip twisted into an exasperated sneer, her jaw clenched.

Kholo Mzi | 33 | D / NHI | Aria, lesson peeps

Kholo winced inwardly as Aria entered the arena, her posture appalling. The pair seemed well-suited, but definitely not to dressage. Diablo neighed in protest as the teen guided him to the fence, staying behind the other riders.

"Aria." Kholo called her name from the middle of the arena, gaining her attention. "Try to keep him on the bit, 'kay? And keep your leg position firm."

Jace listened to Kat. He nodded. "What is his name?" Jace asked as he put a white saddle pad on the stallions back then put the saddle on and started doing the girth. Jace ddn't do it up to much but just enough that it would stay.

Jace nodded and pushed his golden hair back then picked up his helmet. "OK." He said as he rubbed the tall stallions neck. Jace glanced out side at the arena where some other kids were riding.

Just waiting.