Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ | Prince

Cam ambled around the large property, its size not bothering him I the slightest. The farm was only about a quarter of his parents' centre, the renowned Fairfield Academy.

The blonde strolled near the pastures, pausing by an almost-empty one. Noticing a familiar gelding, he called to the black horse. "Hey pretty boy. King, eh?" His accent obviously irritated the horse; he started pawing the ground aggressively. "Easy, tiger. Chillax, mate," Cam said, failing to sooth the hyper horse.

Prince | Nightmare | 20 | Retired Eventer | Gelding | Hanoverian | Owner: Heather Proudstorm | M: Cameron, Open

-Prince finally relaxed after a while then he cautiously approached the man as his ears were no longer pinned against his skull but they stayed pointed back but he held his head high in alert, he stopped half way at the pasture fence. He snorted loudly again, he striked the ground a bit with his front hoof but he wasn't very sure of the man as his eyes were very focused on him-

-There would be some visible scars on his body that had healed over time from his past life before he ever met the 16 year old Heather-

Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ | Prince

Cam held his hand to Prince gently, his blue eyes watchig the gelding's every move. Leaning on the white fence, he gazed at the idyllic setting, while always keeping half an eye on the black.

Moving away, he glanced up at the sun, eyes squinted. "Well, guess I gotta go, mate. See ya?" He reached out a hand to touch Prince, just stroking his mane for a moment.

Prince | Nightmare | 20 | Retired Eventer | Gelding | Hanoverian | Owner: Heather Proudstorm | M: Cameron, Open

-Prince lowered his head as he came closer to the fence then he cautiously sniffed Cameron's hand, the gelding took note that the man wasn't going to hurt him as he completely relaxed now. He listened to him speak and watched his hand again but allowed the teen to pet him for a moment, letting out a quiet nicker in response then he started walked away from the fence again when he turned around as he was going back to grazing-

-The large gentle giant would be waiting for his turn to get worked with by his owner but he was being very patient then he became to graze under a cherry tree-

Timothy Blue / Yada Yada ;P / M: Open.

The near skeletal figure emerged from the barn into the light,his pasty white skin just emphasising the tightness and sharpness of his features.His jaw line,although always well-cut,Now looked like it could slice paper as easy as a warm knife through butter - Making his lack of appetite increasingly obvious.His eyes were sunken slightly, fatigue overwhelming his body.

But for once his eyes resembled something slightly of the past - still slightly widened with worry and trying desperately to keep them open.There was something a little brighter though,a tiny bit of spring to his ambling pace.

The blonde was leant heavily against his bay,the gelding's expression one of near joy and sheer content at being reunited with his owner once again.The gelding did appreciate Noah's efforts in a way,but it wasn't like having his favourite human around! Boomer was acting like an angel,essentially acting as an escort to Tim,who he guessed was thinking he was taking his mount for a walk.It was in fact the other way around,obvious to any onlooker that the bay was acting as some kind of physical therapy.It was in fact the most Tim had moved in months,the blonde now realised as his paced slowed,breath shortening with the effort.And still as he stumbled the gelding shortened his own strides slightly,making sure to keep his owner at his shoulder.

The pair finally finished the short trek - the ease of two minute walk Tim had always taken for granted blatantly obvious as he undid the halter.Boomer stood uncertaintly for a few moments,watching as Tim shifted his weight to the fence post in recatch his breath before slowly making off a few metres to graze.His ears continued to flick toward his fatigued figure,an unhappiness to the way he tugged at the grass strands at being away from his side.

(Sorry for the delay all,Plan to be posting alot more now! ;P)

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: Open (Feel free to bug xD)

-Heather would have just gotten done doing some cross country with Mystery as she would be leading the now untacked mare towards the pasture as a loud bellowed neigh could be heard by Prince as he had trotted over to the gate, obviously happy to see them. The brunette gently petted the gelding before placing the mare in there with him but she got his halter on him and took him out of the pasture so the mare can have some time to herself then she started leading the large black horse towards the barn. She had some things on her mind that did distract her a bit but was pulled back into reality when Prince was being very affectionate to her as she felt his large head playfully rub against her cross country outfit-

"Silly boy, I hope you didn't cause a fuse while I was away" -Heather playfully said to the gelding as he playfully shook his head in response which got the young woman to laugh as she lead him into the barn, straight into one of the open wash stalls then she began tacking him up after grooming him of course while making sure he had no stones or anything stuck in his hooves while cleaning them-

Liz|W/BR|Giant|M: Western Peeps

The brunette tacked the announcement on the board, before turning to Giant, who was not-so-patiently standing behind her, with a saddle balanced on his back. She sighed and clicked to him, giving a little tug on his reins as she steered him toward the arena. Stopping him inside close to the entrance, she pulled his saddle off of him and set it down carefully on the edge of the arena. Leading him into the middle of the arena, she mounted, bareback, and clipped her helmet onto her head. Settling in, she calmed the restless gelding as she waited for her students to show.

(Sorry this is so disgustingly short.. Wasn't sure what to do.)

Athens | H/NH | M: Judea, Edhas

Athens discontinued his attempt at getting his friend off of the fence once the man and his horse approached. A silent sigh escaped from him, and he glanced away as he turned a bit rosier. He wasn't typically one to feel much about Judea's haphazard action, but this time he was embarrassed by the teen's thoughtless jump and yell. Had he not taught him better than to be so sudden? As well as that, he was over-the-top apologetic in thought and expression. On that note, he redirected his green-brown gaze up to Edhas, flashing a look that even deeper resembled his thoughts, accompanied by a weak smile. He couldn't help but notice that the man had been looking at him already, though he didn't give it any attention.

Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ | Liz

After leaving the large gelding, Cam ambled towards the barn, his hands in his pockets. He nippe dinto the tackroom, glancing at the schedule.

"Hmm. Western. That'll be fun." His good natured face split into a smile of anticipation. "Just have to borrow a horse. Kholo won't mind, eh?" he murmured to himself. He exited the tackroom quickly and walked along the aisle, glancing in each stall. Pausing at a cremello gelding's stall, he read the name carefully. "Floyd." The word was sweet and simple, just the right effect. Deciding quickly, Cam unlatched the stall door and led out the horse by his halter to the yard.

Quickly finding what looked to be an unused Western saddle, he slung it over Floyd's slim back. Then he became stuck. Squinting at the strange tack, he tried to figure out what went where. Tying the Western girth on a hunch, he placed his foot in the large stirrup and hopped on.

The blonde kept good rein contact, having had no experience in Western. Floyd shook his head, baffled. What was this rider trying tl do? Turning into the arena, Cam waved amiably at the woman already there. Mistaking her to be anotherstudent, he lent over in a theatrical whisper. "D'ya know when the instructor's comin'?" He held his place for a moment, before slipping of the horse completely. He promptly stood up, dusting the sand off his pants.