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Gimme a sec. I'll throw you a Liz post :D |
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Liz|W/BR|Giant|M: Cam Liz watched as the man entered the arena, taking in his attire and the horse he was leading. She sighed as he took the saddle on the ground, her saddle, and tacked it improperly. As he drew nearer she moved forward. but not before he slid ungracefully off the cremello. Hiding a smirk, she stopped him before he tried to mount again. "First of all, do you know anything about Western?" When no answer was forthcoming, she continued. "Second, I mentioned that this will start with bareback. Third, that's my saddle." Mentioning this she smoothly removed the gear and put it down the way it had been. "Fourth, I am your instructor." |
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Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ | Liz Cam smiled his trademark smile at the short woman, his eyes glinting. "Nope," he replied matter-of-factly. The amiable grin stayed on his tanned face, his blonde hair flopping in front of his unnatural blue eyes. Pushing aside, he replied. "Cool beans. Say, aren't you too young?" He tried to flirt with the instructor, testing the waters tentatively. "You look too beautiful to be a teacher." The Aussie looked up at Liz, his eyes mischievous. |
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Liz|W/BR|Giant|M: Cam The brunette grinned. "Flattery won't work on me, honey. But it never hurt anyone. And I find that more often than not experience is more favorable as opposed to age." Winking at the handsome man, she laughed. "It seems we got off to an interesting start. Liz Farrow. Nice to meet you" |
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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: Liz, Cam (both indirectly), Kholo, Open -Heather would be coming out of the barn with Mystery both clean & tacked up as she leads the colorful mare out towards the dressage arena to do some dressage with the mare. The brunette did feel nervous though, she wasn't sure of what the woman would say to her even though the young woman did deserve to be scolded at for leaving at a short notice like that but she kept her calm composure so her anxious thoughts won't show through her which she didn't like attention at the very least unlike her younger sister- |
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Aspen, Kholo's lesson is over. :D It's the next day |
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Star Catcher Estate said:
Aspen, Kholo's lesson is over. :D It's the next day
Oh oops sorry I'll go ahead an edit my post 😅 |
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Judea | M: Athens As per usual, his short attention span had him going from one thought to a totally different one in a matter of seconds. Although he had enjoyed the sight of the horses at first, and gladly fiddled with Ricki's velvety nose, he quickly became disinterested and hopped off of the fence, the faint thud of his feet hitting the ground momentarily startling Athens. A curious blankness hitting his expression, Judea glanced about his friend's face as an analysis of the blushed look the blonde had. "Aw, Hen Hen," the teen began with a higher pitch to his always playful tone, "chill out!" The two echanged a momentary stare, blankness on the other's rosy expression. Judea then brightened his eyes as cutely as he could manage, succeeding in placing an amused smile on Athens' face. "At least stop running off, little Dee." The blonde chuckled, an exhausted plea in the undertones of his voice. Making a fake pouty face, the younger brunette crossed his arms dramatically, hesitating before groaning, "Fine.." He paused for a moment, then went back to a normal look to ask, "What're we doing now?" The question seemed to throw Athens off, and he averted his eyes to the upward side with a thoughtful gaze |
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Edhas|SJ/NH|M: Jay, Kholo, Athens, Judea Dash looked at the teen as he finished petting Ricki. "Kid. You want to ride?" The ebony-haired man smiled good-naturedly, a cheery glint in his violet eyes. "I'm just helping my brother get his bearings, I'm sure I could teach you some things as well." He dismounted and took off his helmet, his hair tie loosening and his locks dangling down his back. He re-braided his hair and looped it into a bun, putting it out of the way. Holding the mare by the fence, he proffered his helmet for the teen to take. |
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This post length is kiling me >_< Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ | Liz Cam lifted a hand in a high five, nodding slightly in mock respect. "Cameron Fairfield. But you can call me Cam." He was already warming to this spunky instructor. She was better than most, at least. Not even counting her looks. "Well. Who're we waitin' for?" The question was purely inquisitive, no other aim intended. He glanced at her, waiting her answer. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
