Edhas|SJ/NH|M: Jay, Athens, Judea, Open

Dash shook his head as he got out of the car, irritated with his brother. Gathering his thoughts, he moved around to the trailer, tugging at a leather band around his wrist, a comforting habit of his. Long dark hair whipped around as it hung freely, the wind shifting it lightly. Braiding it back, he tied it up, his hand moving over to a new scar by his ear. Wincing, he breathed out, determined not to have a nervous breakdown.

Opening the door to the trailer he moved up to his mare, the horse already reaching for him. Embracing her neck, he dug his fingers into her mane and inhaled, calming his nerves. The dappled mare nibbled at his hair and he smiled, planting a kiss on her muzzle.

"You really know how to make me feel better, don't you?"

Detaching the mare from the trailer, he led her down and got her back to solid ground, whereupon she let out a joyful whinny and stomped, shaking her mane. Calling out to his brother, Dash tried not to sound too annoyed. "Jay, can you please come help with Ricki's tack? Or at least get the bags? I want to get situated as soon as possible." Looking out toward the driveway, he could see people walking up and waved.

Jay clambered out of the car insolently, his head ducking to avoid hitting the roof. "Yes sir," he mumbled under his breath, his voice low. His face was openly irritated; the long drive hadn't helped with his cold nature.

Walking to the trailer, he purposefully picked up an old brush that was lying on the floor. "I'm helping." His tone was so natural that you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "Aren't I so kind." This sentence took away all shadow of a doubt; it practically dripped with sarcasm.

Edhas|SJ/NH|M: Jay, Open

Dash scoffed at his brother's tone. "Oh yes, how very thoughtful. Would it kill you to put a little effort into what you do? I thought this would be a good opportunity. Character building. Get us away from everything." He said the last word very pointedly, looking at Jay. Ricki sniffed at the brush in Jay's hand and nickered, trying to get his attention.

Jace nodded. He moved the stallion over some poles. Jace had collected the bay up slightly. As they moved over the poles with ease Jace glanced over at Katrina. He looked back where he was going then nudged the stallion into a canter

"So what did you do for that guy to be yelling at you?" Jace asked as he sat the canter for the long side then moved into his two point wile cantering. "If i may ask." Jace added as he sat back dwon. He like sitting the canter better then cantering in two point.

Tristan | HJCT | Sandra

Tristan looked up at the girl once she started speaking, her facial features obviously familiar, but he couldn't tell if he knew her or if she just looked like all the other riders at the place. It could've been either, easily.

"Prince... Mystery... your sister is an eventer, isn't she? I think. Nah, but she wouldn't tell me anyway, I'm the hunter trainer here. Where'd she go, to the moon and back?" Dripping with sarcasm, he put down his pen, then glanced back up. "If you're a showjumper, I suggest you find this really hippie-looking dude named Cameron, he's blonde and has a really awful Australian accent. He's your coach, as far as I know, unfortunately..."

Katrina | HJCT | Jace

Katrina watched the rider manuever her horse around confidently, pleased by his upper body position, especially his shoulders, elbows, and wrists. He moved fluidly with the horse, who was generally perfect anyway, but being especially good with Jace. She didn't mind him so much either. If all of her kids were as polite, respectful, and experienced as he was, her job wouldn't be half bad. She didn't mind Tristan, either. He was cranky and sarcastic, but it was better than chipper and goofy. That was a personality that had only brought her pain in the past.

As he asked her a question, she raised an eyebrow, kicking in a ground pole as she moved. "You mean Tristan," she inquired, her voice thickly accented, "nothing, he just isn't the friendliest guy. He's my co-trainer for the hunter kids. You won't see our co-trainer for eventing, because she got badly injured in a riding accident a few months ago." The last part was said in a chilly tone, but she did not elaborate. "Besides, he wasn't yelling at me, he was yelling at a rider who was being disrespectful. Seemed like she deserved it anyways, but I wasn't there for the whole thing. Anyways, go ahead and canter just this one single off the right lead, then he'll be okay to do the exercise. Stay off his back, then he won't do anything stupid, okay?"

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

-She nods to the information then she smiled a bit proudly- "Yes sir, she's my older sister despite that me and her do different disciplines" -Sandra felt a cold chill when she heard that Heather didn't tell anyone anything about the Land Rover then she sighed- "Well um, she told me that she was going to the Land Rover Olympic Championship 3 day eventing trails with Prince sooo that's why she left Mystery in my care while she's gone" -when she had spilled the information to Tristan as she already had the texts between her and her older sister saved on her phone-

(It's alright)

No problemo!

Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily couldn't wipe the tears away, because they only were replaced with more. She couldn't even fully find the strength to push him away either, regardless of her ever-fluctuating emotions telling her to push him away, then to let him stay, then to push him away again. Deciding her heart was too numb to make any choices, she simply remainded stiff against him, not embracing nor rejecting him. The tears continued to fall, and she continued to let them. It had been so long since she'd seen her room in color, in life. And she knew that the person beside her would be the only one who wouldn't let her stay in the prison she'd built around herself, regardless of who she wanted that person to be, or how bad the fallout would be on any end. Deciding that it was best not to think that far away, she wiped the tears, then looked into his eyes with a pleading, heart-breaking expression.

"You need to leave," she whispered, "this isn't a good idea, you're only going to go again..."

Her words indicated what she wanted to feel, but her eyes and her heart directly contrasted what she said. Part of her wanted him to stay, but part of her knew that the sooner the bandaid was ripped off the better.