Sandra Proudstorm | 18 | Show Jumper | Moonstone River | M: Tristan and Tim

-Sandra would be leading Mystery into the barn as she lead the mare pass Tristan's office, gently petting the mare's neck in the process. The young girl wasn't very sure if her older sister had told anyone about where she went & etc but she guessed that Heather probably was trying to hide of where she was going from everyone since she didn't want them to worry or something, Sandra shrugged her shoulders at the thought about it while leading Mystery into one of the wash stalls to cool her off from the exercise riding that she gave her while Silver was relaxing in her stall-

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

-Sandra would be done taking care of Mystery as she had put her back in her correct stall, taking her halter off before shutting & locking the stall door behind the mare then she walks off as her boots gently tapped against the aisle floor, she gave a kind smile to the man at the tackroom when she passed him then she gently knocks on Tristan's office door, wondering if he was her riding instructor or not since she does Show Jumping while patiently waiting for an answer-

Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily slowly awoke, her current mental state allowing her to go into deep, hibernating sleeps for days at a time. She wasn't even sure what day it was, let alone who was at her door.

Her blankets wrapped around her in a large wave of security, she coughed hoarsely, probably coming down with something once more. She'd repeatedly gotten waves of pnemonia and otherwise from her lack of movement and excessive sleep. After she found it in her to speak, she half-awake said, "come in," her voice hoarse and lacking enthusiasm. She covered her eyes with her hands, awaiting the bright sunlight that would come in through the door. Her blinds and every other source of light was cut out, leaving the room in total darkness, sickeningly tidy as if it got no use.

Tristan | HJCT | Sandra, Open

His head was shoved onto the desk tiredly, and he repeated slamming it into the wooden furniture several times, trying to make the drama he'd somehow been dragged into yet again less dysfunctional than it already was. He didn't mind the man, but he was annoyed nonetheless for the events to come--it'd been the quietest months of his life with Tim gone.

Hearing another knock at the door, he mumbled into the wood, though loudly enough to hear, "what do you need? Come in!"

Katrina | whatever she trains lol | Jace

The latina woman watched the pair work in peaceful harmony, very impressed but concealing it with ease. It was apart of her by now, the hiding of the emotions, they went with the midnight runs and the lack of eating. If she had given up on her life like the blonde amputee had, she'd likely have looked exactly the same in condition. But, she hadn't. That made her strong, and Emily weak in her mind. And weakness was a curse to be avoided at all costs.

"Go for it, he doesn't mind. Might try to jump them, though. And, you can canter when it suits you."

Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily heard the door open, the light blinding her even for the millisecond that it was open. She pulled the covers tightly over her head, blocking out the noise, the sound, and the world around her entirely, in some aspects. Even by the muffled footsteps she knew who it was, but she couldn't quite discern which emotion to convey, either she felt all of them, or it was the numbness she'd created that caused her desperate silence.

When he pulled the blinds back, exposing the sunlight, she pulled the covers down slowly, her eyes blinded once again by the light, but this time the thought hit her that, as much as she hated him for doing it, she needed someone to force her out of this before she did something she'd regret. Tears turned into silent sobs turned into body-wracking cries as she held her hands in her face, absolutely devastated beyond belief at the gut-wrenching pain she was feeling that she'd swept under the rug for so long. She didn't want to escape it, it'd become second nature, and was all she'd allowed herself for well over three months.

(Poor Tristan xD)

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

-Sandra let out a sigh then she entered Tristan's office- "Um Hi, I'm Sandra and uh I was wondering who my um riding instructor is" -The young girl said as she would just stand away from the door since she had closed it when she entered the room then she looks around as she was very opposite of her older sister by any means- "Your office looks very cozy and welcoming, kinda feels like home almost" -she compliment his office with a kind smile on her face- "Also, did my sister tell any one of you guys of where she was going? because uh she just left about a half an hour ago with Prince so I'll be taking care of Mystery for her when ever she comes back"

Jay stared out of the window coldly, the beauty of the scenery lost in his eyes. His wild hair was pulled back behind a bandana, the curls for once complying. A simple leather thong ran around his neck, a round pendant hanging from it.

The vehicle jolted, tugging him from his suffocating thoughts. Turning slightly, he acknowledged the entrance of White Oaks, his eyes dark. Tall oaks rose on either side of them as they rattled through the avenue, finally coming to a halt at tiny car park.

A few soft thumps came form the trailer behind. Jay ignored Ricki, his face cold. He sat, motionless for a while, before hearing Dash's door a slam. He glanced over at his older brother, before slowly exiting the rickety vehicle.