Timothy Blue / EI / DewDay / M: Open.

After an incredibly tedious unloading,mostly consisting of the instructor trying to control the powerful blood bay - which was hard enough without the couped up energy - the gelding was now announcing himself at the top of his lungs all way down the ramp,tail high and feet dancing around.To any onlooker,he looked more of an English Thoroughbred in that moment with an athletic frame and long reaching legs.But his elegant strides that stretched toward the barn pointed toward his true lineage of a Trakhener ; Dew most certainly was a wizard in the dressage ring.

The pair made their way into the stable block,Dew sinking back a little nervously as the building erupted into whinnies and nickers - Tim couldnt help but chuckle just a little.The sight of familiarity was joyful in itself,but the slender gelding's behaviour changed so quickly once it was obvious the other horses outnumbered him.He stuck unbearably close to Tim's shoulder,all the way along the aisle,head high and nostrils flared,for once silent beside a few heavy huffs,

"Jeez Dew,I'd rather you'd pull my arm off.."

He says in a scolding tone,but couldnt help let his amuzement slip through as he had to do a light skip to dodge the wrapped leg flicking in his direction for the upteenth time along the couple metre stretch.

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By now it was finally beginning to darken,as the blue box finally pulled away with headlights starting to light up the driveway.Tim had put Dew away in his box,and was now starting to worry as to whether he would have settled yet as he watched the lorry disappear from sight.But part of him suspected that standing to watch the gelding would only wind him up futher,not settle him,so with this he began to lug his cases toward his room.He had only packed lightly,but now noted mentally it was alot easier than when he left.This was obviously understandable though,the bootcamp had ruthlessly whipped Tim back into shape - And the blonde honestly looked better than ever.Practically glowing as he got closer to the dorms,a sense of purpose in his strides again.

Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Astrid

Lorenzo shrugged off Astrid's excited questions, a smile on his good-natured face. "Amazing!" The foreign word slipped off his tongue like honey, his hands moving quickly to explain the endurance race he had competed in recently.

"-and then Gemini came fifth, just behind a National rider," he finished, after describing the various events of the ride in a speed worthy of a news reader. "But it was close, si." He fondled Bjorn's forelock kindly, at ease with the affectionate horse.

He shook his head at his friend's question. "Si, I have been here for almost two weeks now. The owner was looking for an instructor who could come on short notice, and here I am." His comfortable nature was catching as he exited the stall. "And you?"

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Nightmare "Prince" and Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Western Peeps, Open

-Heather would calmly follow Liz's instructions as she gets to work with Prince. Once she felt the gelding trotting, she slowed him down a bit so he was still trotting but just at a slowed pace, the old gelding swished his tail as he would be planning on messing around while he worked, he would toss his large head playfully while his tail was being very active but the young woman just let a smile appear on her lips to hold back a laugh from his silly old tactics, patting his strong, muscular neck while keeping him at a slow trot-

Astrid smiled softly at his excitedness. `` Well, I received a letter in the mail and it asked if I would come train here. Something about seeing one of my runs?`` She told him. Bjorn tossed his head happily then turned back to his hay bag.

`` How's your polo coming along?`` Astrid asked, her deep brown eyes looking up at him. Bjorn whinnied and pawed the ground, slowly growing impatient seemings as Astrid had promised to go over the stables course at least once today.

Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Endurance | Broken Zodiac | Astrid

Lorenzo glanced away with a hint of shyness when Astrid looked at him, the silence stretching for miles between them. He quickly smoothed over the almost awkward moment, eyes lighting up at the mention of polo.

"I have found a club nearby, where Gem and I can play," he said, his eyebrows bouncing up and down as he spoke. "And I am trying to wrangle together a team here, but no one is an original polo player." He shrugged nonchalantly. "But I will try to teach them some, to participate in the games."

Moving off the topic of polo with equal speed as endurance, he began picking up pace yet again. "But there are many horses here, breeds I have never seen other than a book. Marwari, Shire, Hackney. There is almost everything."

Astrid Elliot | 27 | Bjorn | XC | Lorenzo

Astrid nodded. `` I must say there is a huge diversity. I almost brought my Belgian but Timmon is at home, enjoying oldie life in the pasture. Do you still have Gemini?`` Astrid asked, genuinely curious.

She turned to face Bjorn and sighed. `` Loved catching up with you but I must take Bjorn out for a run.`` Astrid told him before quickly pulling out their tack. She opened the stall door and placed the saddle pad on his back before placing the saddle on top and slowly adjusting the girth.Once the saddle was how she liked it Astrid pulled his bitless bridle over his head, allowing his forelock to fall over the brow strap.

T'sani Mzi | 29 | Witch & Zeus | Tim

After finally joinng up properly with Zeus, T'sani left the gelding in the field for the evening. He walked down the well-beaten path back to the main buildings, dusk about to set in. The sun was sinking slowly, the darkness coming wuicker because of the hills surrounding the farm.

T'sani walked almost mindlessly, simply putting one step in front of another. As much as he loved horses, chasing one around a large field for almost two hours wasn't quite his idea of fun. Especially if that said horse was a 16 hand giant who enjoyed testing his patience to the limit.

Sighing, he slowed momentarily to tie back his hair, stopping them from slapping him with every step he took. The button on his leather band didn't feel like cooperating, taking his attention away from the path.

T'sani inserted the key to his small cottage absently, switching on the light with a tired click. He yawned unrestrainedly, pausing only to grab a handful of nuts before he crashed, flopping down tiredly on his bed.

(I can't believe this came up in my head buuut let the spirited old boy begin xD)

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Nightmare "Prince" and Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Western Lesson Peeps, Payton, Alexander, Open

-Heather noticed that the old gelding was acting up more than usual, seeing the wild spirited look in his eyes as she just raised an eyebrow. Prince finally bowed up as he hung his head a bit, suddenly started crow hopping all over the western arena while bucking like a wild bronco while the young woman hanged onto the saddle horn for dear life with one hand while holding onto her hat with the other as she would be trying to ride it out, the old gelding kept doing what he was doing as he was acting like a young colt trapped in a old horse's body-

-Once the madness from her old companion was over, she tilt her hat a bit to hide her face as it was red as a tomato from how embarrassed she was but still could never bring herself to be mad at him since after all, he's just being a horse. Prince would be jogging nicely around the arena as his tail was now less active while he holds his large head nicely but the young woman remained hiding her red, embarrassed face with her almond brown western hat-

*Just cause I know Tangle wants to move this along*

Liz|W/BR|Giant and Shadow|M: Western peeps, Heather

Watching the students work she could easily pick out who had a grasp of the method and who didn't. Hearing Cam's remark, she spun and simply looked at him. "Yes. And if you're the kind of rider I think you are, you're capable of going faster." Turning back to her students, she had them run a few more excersises.

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Clapping her hands to end the session, Liz dismounted and gestured for the others to do the same. "And thus concludes our lesson. If you have any Western-based questions, go for a ride or simply chat, come find me. Lesson dismissed. " As the ebony haired woman led Giant to his stall she waved to the girl named Heather. "Honey, once you get your horse all set Id love if you could come see me."