*muffled spluttering*

Jay Hernandez | 21 | Maria, Dash

Jay simply held his mother as she cried, rubbing her back in small circles. He let her cry it out, though his own eyes were dark with guilt. Why had he been so dumb as to say that? Why didn't he run after Dash? Why couldn't he be nice for once? Why did he stay silent? Why didn't he apologise? Why didn't-

His right hand clenched by his side, trying to force away the guilt. It wasn't his fault, couldn't be his fault, wouldn't be his fault. He tried to relax the ever-growing tension in his body, knowing that Maria would pick it up in a moment. And then she would bustle around, worrying about both of her sons when she should really be caring for herself.

And if she found out what the events prior to Dash's...accident were, he didn't want to know what she would say. Or think. Or do.

Jay held onto her even tighter, knowing that if he let go, he might fall apart.

Sandra Proudstorm | 18 | Show Jumping | Moonstone River "Silver" | School Horse: N/A | M: Alexander, Payton, Open

-Sandra noticed the teen after finishing her last jump with Silver before slowing the dapple grey to a walk as she lead the mare over to him before bring her to a halt- "I think the horse's name are on the name plates but I could be wrong. I haven't been riding here very long so I think I saw Kholo at a western lesson with my older sister if you wanna ask the Owner" -The young black haired teen said with bit of a southern accent as it wasn't as strong as Heather's accent. Silver curiously sniffed the man as the mare flicked her white tail-

"I'm guessing you're new here?" -Sandra said with a curious tone in her voice, it wasn't long til she noticed another girl running over to the teen to hug him, quietly making sure that her dapple grey didn't get spooked or anything as she gently pats the mare's neck again-

Dajana | SJCT | Open

A small silver car pulled into the upper parking lot of the gigantic equestrian facility, a giant horse hauler arriving soon after. The very short, dark-haired girl thanked the owner of the hauler for transporting her horses for the final leg of their international journey before being led to the back to finalize paperwork. From there, she was allowed to take them off the ramp, the two massive horses very enthused and trying to drag the child-sized girl everywhere. Managing to at least start forward progress towards the barn they were supposed to go to, one of the barns reserved for the horses owned by instructors, Dajana attempted to make her way across the lawn with the two extremely energized equines, each one either trying to jog and prance on, or pull her towards the lush grass on either side of the pathway.

Kierstan/Julian | Laurence, Tristan, Katrina

"Who's 'tall dark and brooding' over there?"

Julian's voice of intrigue, so rarely distributed, forced Kierstan out of his own thoughts. Looking up from the grass and the mare he was grazing, he adjusted his position beside her on the picnic bench, his eyes immediately finding a man he had only seen once or twice prior, and only in the last few days.

"A new trainer, I think. I can't believe we've only been here for a few weeks and so many people come and go. This place is huge, man."

"I know," she replied casually, stroking the mare's shoulder half-consciously. Her eyes were still glued to the attractive man, who was grazing a large black stallion on the other side of the field, but she was trying to hide it. Crushes and flings were never her style, despite an addiction to the intrigue that comes with.

...

Soon, they went inside to prepare for lunch, seeing Katrina and Tristan getting ready to hack together. Katrina had a massive gray mare that belonged to the stable, and Tristan was bridling a black sport horse that they hadn't seen before.

"Hey, guys," Katrina said indifferently as she finished wrapping the mare's polo.

"Hey," Kierstan said, giving a charming smile. Julian gave him a glare, to which he just shrugged. Julian didn't like Katrina, but he had no clue why. She always seemed to feel threatened by other powerful women, and he just chalked it up to that. Kierstan at least found his work wife more tolerable than Tristan's actual wife, which wasn't saying much. None of his family really liked her.

As they kept going, they found a new stall reserved, the words Reserved - Luke Bellini in chalk on the board.

"Another new boarder?" They observed, still blown away at the amount of interaction this barn had. They had been here a few weeks and still had hardly met anyone but their trainers.

(Here we go >,< I'm going to edit in a bit,as my computer just deleted a whole lot.. )

Timothy Blue / EI / DewDay / M: Open.

It must be coming close to evening,the blonde thought to himself as his eyes lulled out the slightly hazed side-window,Playing somekind of mental game to kill the boredom of such a grueling journey.After a few moments of that thought,he gives a discontented sigh and caved - Pulling his phone from his pocket and reading the number slowly.

"Not far off - Just 14 minutes since i checked last .."

He grumbles gently,leaning his head back over the soft auburn leather headrest to stare up at the emmaculate fabric ceiling.

Despite Tim's general travel Grumps,the blonde was actually rather excited to be returning to what he seemingly thought of as a home.A few months ago he had been offered the opportunity any Eventing rider dreamed off - to train under an incredibly sucessful rider,One who had not only won the Olympics but rewritten the history of riding itself.Raised the bar above any other. (Idek who,But just imagine that rider xD)

So he had simply jumped at the opportunity,despite his general unsure attitude at first.But with a little persuasion from his colleague,Tim had left on the same box he was now returning in - a 15 hour trip in total.The thought itself made him exhausted.

Well at least he had a chauffer?

****

After another hour or so of dozing,the young man was woken by the distinctive sound of hooves shuffling a little uneasily - the sudden terrain change obviously throwing the gelding slightly as he gave an excitable whinny followed by a multitude of nickers and bellows.Tim couldn't help but smile nervously at his antics as the baby blue horse box pulled Up,knowing his noise wouldnt take long to echo through thr yard.Thanking the driver and exiting the vehicle to circle around the back,he whispered under his breath

"First visit and he already knows he's home."

The young man pushed his hair back into a floof of blonde,as he always seemed to subconciously instruct himself to, Before lowering the ramp and working slowly at unloading his gelding.If it was one thing he knew with Dew so far,It was that Slow and Steady won the race.Well Kept the race from burning down at least..

Annnndd I think im done *wipes forehead* I'm out of puff xD )

Emily | Eventing | Noah

Emily sat across from Noah in the spacious hall where meals were served, completely not paying attention to the forkfuls of nutrients she was absorbing, watching the new riders interact, along with a few people she knew. It was crazy how much had changed since she'd been here. Almost the entire group of riders she'd come in with were gone, replaced by new faces--strangers she'd been too focused on her own health to meet.

It had been quite a while since her appendage-costing incident, almost six months. She could now walk on her own and get by, but hadn't agreed to take up Tim's spot as co-trainer of the eventers. The whole thing was a little infuriating, actually. She could have gone, and definitely would have, but since everything had been kept so quiet about her legs and she couldn't even walk when the invitation was forwarded to each of them, she had to decline. She was in a state of general hopelessness at the time, anyway. Still was, some days.

"I heard your man-friend is coming back today," Noah teased as Emily made eye-contact with him, an indifferent look on her face.

"Which one?" She replied casually, causing the boy to giggle.

"Tim. Heard he's coming back from his internship thing, asked Kholo for his job back. Maybe he just missed you."

"I don't wanna hear it," she brushed it off coldly. She wasn't particularly mad at him, but he was apart of this situation. "And, just to be clear, Tim is a co-worker--not a friend."

Dash|SJ+NH|Ricki|M: Jay, Maria

His eyelids twitched as Dash inhaled sharply, pain building in his chest. He whimpered slightly, his face scrunching. He could hear someone. It sounded like crying. Forcing his eyes open, he winced as the bright light touched his irises. He continued inhaling, directing his gaze toward his left. He hurt. Everything just hurt. As his eyes adjusted to the light, Dash looked to see his mother and... Jay?

Coughing as he tried to speak, Dash decided against saying too much. Instead he simply thought as he came out of his very medicated state. His immediate first thought was Jay, but he was right there. What happened ? Dash remembered yelling at Jay and trying to fix things. Then he remembered the car. And the pain. On that thought the moniter keeping track of his heart rate spiked and rapidly beeped.

Alexander Littlewood | 19 | Racing H&E | Sandra, Payton

Alex confirmed Sandra's words. "Yep, we're new," he replied, his thin fingers stroking the pale mare's chin lightly. His face was blank, his grey-green eyes a mist of unreadable mist.

Alex flinched slightly as he was bombarded by a colourful whirlwind, attacked by a fierce hug. He sighed laughingly, a twinkle appearing in his dark eyes. He was used to his crazy friend. "Yes, I'm fine," he replied, feigning irritation. "Now get your hands off me!" He nudged her away kindly, a teasing smile on his face.

After thanking the rider, he returned to the trailer with Payton in tow. They quickly stalled the horses, dumping the tack in the dishevelled tackroom before finally returning to take their bags. Alex slung his compact backpack over his shoulders, always the light traveller. He grabbed his book from the passenger seat, emerging happily.

"Now to the Western lesson," he announced, tugging Payton towards the bustling arena.

Cameron Fairfield | 19 | Western peeps

Cam concentrated on obeying Liz's directions, and staying on, of course. Falling into line behind Aria, he followed the Western rider, letting Floyd stay at her pace. The trot was bumpier than he expected, although years of riding stirrupless had helped immensely. He pulled in the cremello slightly, bringing him to a slow trot.

Cam smiled proudly, glancing at Liz with an obvious sense of accomplishment. "I-" he began, as if it wasn't clear-" am trotting bareback." He paused, his expression expecting a standing ovation for his 'outstanding' achievement.