-Prince would be eating his hay calmly in his stall as he flicked his tail a bit. He looked back with his ears perked along with hay in his mouth, the old gelding would hear Kholo's voice as he walked up to his stall to poke his head out, seeing that they were gone then he let out a loud snort from his nostrils. He cocked his back left leg a bit while shifting his weight as the gelding got comfortable, patiently waiting for his owner to come back with Mystery so he can get a turn of being ridden-

Kholo let out a contained laugh. "About in between," she replied easily, her stride matching Emilynn's. "A sweet rebel, if you know what I mean. And she just can't get enough of stallions, which gifes more reason to keeping her far away from the studs."

Opening, the barn's sliding door, she watched the teen breathe in the obviously-familiar scent, her face the picture of happiness. Kholo couldn't resist a small smile at Emilynn's joy.

She paused outside a palomino's stall. "This," she began, opening the door. "Is Secret." The attractive mare nickered a welcome, her good-natured face poking out of the Dutch door.

A small ute pulled into the driveway of a large stables and drove down the long winding driveway. A small cross breed dog sat on the lap of Miss Emalee Sanders. She parked the car beside the others and sat there for a second, taking the stables in. When Emalee hopped out of her truck Millie followed and stayed close by her feet. The small ash blonde girl decided to try to find the owner of the barn to make sure she knew she had arrived.

Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ | Liz, open

Cam followed Liz with a goofy smile on his face, his usual expression. His legs hung below Floyd's stomach, relaxed bareback. The sunshine glinted on his iridescent blue eyes, complimenting his pale blue shirt.

Switching the reins from one hand to the other, Cam did what he thought to be neck-reining, a combination between a sailor's knot and a martingale. The cremello gelding beneath him snorted in confusion; what was his rider doing this time? Cam reluctantly undid his futile attempt, patting Floyd's neck comfortingly. "Alriht, boy. So that's not how it works." He made sure to speak softly, not wanting to be showed up in front of Liz.

Pulling in the now-straightened reins, he glanced expectantly at the slim instructor. "Just one thing," he began. "What's neck-reining?"

Emalee | 24 | M: Open |

Emalee found the main bulding and walked inside, Millie still following behind. She looked around and found some random lady.`` Uh.. Ma'am. Do you know where the owner would be?`` Em asked nervously. She pointed to a room down the hall and Emalee made her way towards it.

Emalee stood in front of the large oak door, feeling incredibly nervous. She pushed the feeling away and knocked on the door, the sound echoing around the large empty hallway.

T'sani Mzi | 29 | RI | Emalee

T'sani frowned unconsciously as he flipped through some papers. He had offered to help Kholo with the farm's paperwork, but he was quickly regretting this decision. How had his sister fallen so far behind? Actually, he could asnwer that question. Her love had always been in the horses, the training, not the official things.

A tentative knock on the large oaken door resounded through the tall-roofed room, echoing into the corners. T'sani glanced up, surprised at who might be here. Most of the students were at lessons, or working with their schoolhorses. Mentally reminding himself to find out who his people were, he stood up, the chair scraping on the wooden flooring.

"Come in." T'sani quickly slipped away the papers, secreting them in a drawer. There was nothing more intimidating than meeting an instructor doing paperwork.

Emalee heard a male-like voice and pushed open the door slowly. She walked inside and stood by the back wall, not wanting to get too close just in case. `` Uh, Mr T'Sani? I'm Emalee Sanders, you're new rider?`` She told him, hoping he hadn't forgotten.

Emalee took a seat in one of the chairs opposite his desk and watched him with curiosity. Em knew she was late, she couldn't help that her car broke down unexpectedly.

It's been a while since I've posted here ;)

Tristan | HJCT | Open

Tristan pulled shut the door of a bay mare called Chloe, finishing up his last hack of the afternoon. Usually he would have waited until the cooler Summer evening timeframe to hack, but he had finished all of his duties quite early out of anxiety. It was only about 3pm, and he'd hacked twelve horses, cleaned his office, and lessoned three of his kids--Katrina was taking on the remainder.

Normally not an anxious person, Tristan found himself upset that he was pacing outside one of the main barns. It wasn't anxiety for his own sake, it was anxiety for what his image would become when his two troublemaking siblings came to reside at the barn with him for the summer. One thing he absolutely loathed was combining personal life with business, and it seemed he had no choice in the matter this time. Within minutes, his world would be turned upside down.

(alrighty then. This wasn't what I planned on doing, but oh well. I have five essays for school, my HEEN column, and a ton of thicc ass RP replies to write up, so I don't need to waste more time rewriting this xP)

Erin | M: Open

The gigantic bay gelding flicked his tail around wildly as he flattened his ears, kicking up some of his stall bedding as he shifted around. Erin was used to Loko being sassy and impatient, but today it seemed that the equine was purely imitating the devil, and the honey-blonde teen had started to feel way more unsafe than usual in his position inside the stall. He had just put Loko away after failing at a groundwork session, and he was about to turn to leave when the gelding lunged at him. Loko's strong jaw snatched up Erin's right arm and locked on tight, and he was pulled off balance as the gelding shifted back on his haunches so as not to run into the wall.

Shocked, the boy froze up, his only movement being a light tremble as he moved his feet just enough to not fall over. He couldn't bring himself to react for a solid moment, totally stunned, until he summoned enough courage to smack Loko's nose as hard as he could with his free hand. The warmblood released his deadly grip, sounding a loud growl of a dinosaur-like exclamation, then leaped away and put his face to the opposite wall, his large rear pointed threateningly toward his owner. Erin stumbled back a few steps, wide eyed in horror as he pushed up against the stall door. He hadn't been bit by a horse in a while, and he had never been bit that hard. Horrible pain consumed his forearm as he hugged it near to his chest, his breaths quick in pace. "What the hell, Loko?!" He shakily remarked in a whisper, an almost choked up tone at the back of his voice.

The gelding's tail swishing reminded Erin of the obvious option; he needed to leave the stall. As quickly as he could with his non-dominate hand, he dragged the door open and rushed out, pulling it shut again and locking it clumsily. A drag of negativity coming from the area, he immediately decided to leave, speed walking all the way to the outside of the barn where he put his back to the wall and sunk to the cold ground.

Erin stayed there for a while, steadying his breaths, trying to look less shaken, and waiting out the slowly fading pain in his arm. Still anxious being around the property in general, he hated to be out and exposed when feeling this way, so the worry never fully left. He eventually became less wide eyed and shook, but his usual look of awkwardness and anxiety stayed.

Due time, his arm stopped hurting a ton--he could feel the bruising even through his thick pale baby blue sweatshirt, but it was bearable. So, not wanting to appear as vulnerable as he always was, Erin climbed up to his feet and started a slow walk onward. He tried to act as if he hadn't just been attacked by a seventeen hand giant, and kept his brown gaze locked on the ground ahead of him to avoid eye contact with anyone nearby.