(Sorry its so short - again! >.< )

Tristan | HJCT | Tim

As the brunet spun half-consciously in his chair, only a few inches to each side, he watched his former coworker thoughtfully, a finger pressed to his lips as he rested his elbow on the table, his head supported by that very hand. "Make it make sense to me, then," he replied in his normal, sarcastic tone. "Make it make sense why you left once, came back when the kid had to get her leg amputated, then didn't even wait to help with her recovery process before you took off again. Why didn't you just stay away, Tim? Or not leave in the first place? What's going on with you, man?"

Conrad | WCT | Liz & companions

Conrad was shaken from his thoughts as he heard the girl. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, a small smile forced to his lips. He hadn't made many friends here, or perhaps it was his definition of friend that put the bar so high. Running around after his crazy, dumb brother all the time had sort of put a gap between him and the other fully-functioning adults. "Oh, you mean he's not yours? I figured you owned him. Is he Kholo's? Forgive me for saying it, but I didn't think you were a student here..."

Katrina | Jace

Katrina watched with a keen eye as the man rode the stallion around. "Good, Jace. Finesse your right rein a little and ask him to step out. Pick up your reins a little more, too. It's nice to guide a horse with your leg, but you can't just leave your hands there either."

As they trotted around, Katrina set up a set of four jumps in the shape of a W, each jump set around 2'6. Sure the stud would step over them, but perhaps that was apart of the challenge.

Liz|W/BR|Giant|M: Conrad

The woman shook her head. "No, apparently he was assigned to me. I'm Liz. The new Western and barrels instructor." Guiding the gelding with ease toward the gate of the ring, she bent and opened it, letting him out easily before turning him toward the man. "Who's the other western instructor? I'd love to meet them, and see what the students are like." Patting the gelding on his mane, she fiddled with the uneven hairs, a small habit she had when on horseback.

Jace listened and did as he was told then nudged the stallion into a trot after doing what he was told. He kept his hands off the stallion's neck as he started posting slightly to the trot. He rose and fell softly to the trot. At some point's it looked like Jace was bobbing on clouds. He moved with such grace as he worked.

Jace glanced over at the jumps. "Do you want me to work him over some poles' first while warming up?" Jace asked as he glanced at Katrina then back at where he was going. Jace snuck a rub on the shoulder to the bay stallion as they troted.

Tristan | HJCT | Tim

Tristan's gaze returned to an alert, focused stare as the man began explaining himself, and not quite in the way that he had anticipated. Every time Tim changed his sentence to avoid the obvious, he rolled his eyes a little too dramatically. "Tim, what the hell happened to you? Officers?!"

Sighing in acknowledgement at his next observation, he wanted to be sarcastic and chastize the man for stating something that was more obvious than the existence of life on earth. Allowing that sigh to settle him to a calmer place, he placed his hands on the table and looked the man across from him in the eyes. "Yeah, she's worse than we expected. She was okay at first, hopeful, running herself ragged trying to get her life back overnight. She took over your job for a while, but one day during one of her lessons she just had an absolute breakdown, and hasn't been the same since. I think she was in denial for the first few months, then she just kind of gave up altogether. Sad, really, but I'm not sure that there's anything we can do to reverse it now. Not even Wyatt can reach her, I think she's the closest with Conrad out of anybody. May wanna check in with him if you're looking to stay a while..."

Tristan | HJCT | Tim

Tristan gave another steely glare, shrugging. "How do you what, Tim? Time travel? God, I wish I knew, wouldn't have taken a job with you idiots," he mumbled to himself, clearing his throat and returning to the task at hand. "I'd start by talking to Kholo about getting your job back. We have a new eventing sub who was co-training with Emily until she had her breakdown, which was probably due, they hated each other anyways. She's also my co-trainer as well, and I actually don't hate her. But, anyways, making it known that you're here to stay and that you're not going to leave again would be beneficial to everyone involved. I'd make friends with Wyatt, too. Everyone knows you hate him, and we all know why, too, but it's best for her, I think. I don't even know if she knows what's best for her anymore."

Getting back up out of his chair, Tristan stretched and gestured to the door. "I think Kholo is busy right now, and Katrina's in a lesson. I'm not your mother, though, go do whatever you want to. You're an adult, for goodness sake. Go act like it, huh?"