Timothy Blue / EI / DewDay / M: Just the general area.

Tim had made his way into the tackroom not long after the pair left together,being as Dew was totally ignoring his attempts at affection.The blonde was sat slowly rubbing circles into his saddle leather as the hallway began to fill with noise,slight murmuring and sobbing chilling him to the bone.

He paused for a second in his cleaning,like a rabbit in headlights as a few thoughts crossed his mind.But the circular motion soon continued,almost robotically with no emotion as the barns seemed to echo silence.

(Sorry its so short!)

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

-Heather would be leading the arabian gelding back to the barn after 20 minutes of XC but she would be walking next to the new guy which he seemed pretty nice overall dispite being kinda distracted by Khan gently nudging her right shoulder with his black muzzle, expecting a treat which the young brunette gave the Arabian a sliced apple- "So, How long have you been riding?" -She asked Jackson with a curious look in her green eyes. Stepping into the barn as she quickly untacked & brushed Khan's ebony black coat down before placing him back in his stall, she went to go put the gelding's tack up real quick after cleaning it before regrouping with the tall man-

-Once she's reached the two stalls, Prince's head would poke out with his ears perked and head high but his head kinda went low a bit while Mystery poked her head out of her stall after the old gelding to start stretching her neck out to curious sniff the man with her freckled muzzle while Prince kinda pinned his ears at the man like a grumpy old man before perking his ears to nuzzle his shorty. Heather gently petted Prince's face with a gentle smile on her lips before introducing him to her goof balls- "The big man right here is Prince, he retired from Eventing when he was 20 and the colorful looking mare next to you is Mystery, she's still in training which she's 14 years old." -she softly spoke before placing the red nylon halter on Prince's big head and looks over at Jackson- "You can lead her if you want, she's more friendly towards men then this one" -she jokingly said before leading the old gelding out of his stall as she shut his stall door, starting to lead him towards the pasture so both of the horses can have some freedom while she's gone-

Laurence | DCT | Sam

"Touche," he replied, allowing the massive grey sporthorse to catch up to the chestnut with long, swaying strides. He held his knee and hip angles as correctly as possible to allow his position to remain smooth and seamless while still being active. It was fairly obvious why he was a trainer, but exponentially less obvious why he had stopped his education in eventing as a whole. The stallion marched in stride with the chestnut, his big, fluffy mane and tail waving in the soft breeze.

"Care for a field hack? I think I saw some fences set up over in the field across from the cross country."

You're all good! I don't have long posts in me today either, so i apologize!)

Emily | Eventing | Open (+ timehop)

Several hours passed, and soon the mare was buried, a small ceremony which truly just included Emily, Noah, and one of the staff members who enjoyed the mare's presence. After she had been buried, and every last bit of dirt had been placed back where it had laid, the three lingered in a nostalgic way until slightly after the dinner hour. As Noah parted from Emily to go find out if dinner was being served, she found herself sitting on the dock beside the large pond which laid right in the center of what could be seen with the naked eye. She sat there for quite a bit of time, simply reflecting on what she'd just endured. It felt like a dream still, the full reality not truly kicking in. She didn't feel the full weight of it yet, just plain disbelief. She couldn't bring herself to go anywhere else, just to stay there contemplatively and think. She lacked the energy or the drive to do anything else.

Samantha Starr / E / Mickey / M: Laurence

She watched him catch up from the corner of her gently-coloured eyes,feeling almost unsettled as the pair of horses dropped into stride together.Sam couldnt help but tense massively at Laurence's apparent calmness with being so open and forward - the young lady being the utter opposite beneath her front.People generally avoided her - this situation hardly ever arised.

So it was unbelievely jarring when he offered the hack - Off of his own accord.Her untrusting eyes turned to him,narrowing coldly.She descided immediately she hated the way he settled naturally in the saddle - Moved seamlessly.Knew more of this art than she ever could without the extensive tutoring.

"I'd Care for some decent company."

She snaps,The unease of someone being generally welcoming feeling like a trick - Causing her tone to change instantly.With this she sharply pushed Mickey into a trot,the chestnut starting into a hop before settling into a rythmn, a little confusion across his features.He wanted to remain in the stallion's company,enjoying a rare social interaction,But his good nature followed his rider's lead loyally.

Np x3 Im lacking the words to stretch my posts out even a little - The mental block is unreal <.> )

Timothy Blue / EI / DewDay / M: Emily

Tim had hardly moved from where he was for the past few hours,apart to exchange different pieces of leather to clean.When he finally stood,bum aching from sitting so long,the blonde felt a little surge of pride - He hadnt cleaned tack that devotedly for years.With a slight smile he emerged from the room,having hung each up neatly and in an orderly fashion.That smile was soon wiped from his features a young stable hand wandered in with a distraught aura - and with a sigh at the realisation no one else would,he heads over.Lord know he hated the consoling role..

***

He near on tip-toed his way through the thick and unruly grass at the water's side,all seemingly untouched beside one patch of disturbance.Tim found himself subconsciously leaving a radius in distance - perhaps it seemed to soothe him slightly in paying some kind of respect.Giving her space to rest.

The boards creaked a little as he trod gently across them,settling down with ease beside the unmoving figure and taking in the surroundings.It smelt of damp,perhaps long rotting wood or the algae that lay waste to the glimmering water's surface.He refrains from scrumpling his nose slightly,eyes just watching the odd bubble appear from the depths.

It remained silent for a while before he finally spoke,feeling it was more to himself as the person beside him seemed emotionally vacant, in a normal tone - although his words held a slight gentle nature.But wasn't it always that way when it came to her?

"I presumed you'd still be here."

Mickey is so cute and pure I love him lol.))

Laurence | DCT | Sam, Open

Laurence watched the girl flip, suddenly realizing that her behavior didn't come from a place of true, unfiltered haughtiness, but instead a place of hurt, a place of betrayal. He wondered what had happened, but knew it was both completely unprofessional and completely not his place as a human being to find out. If she wanted to tell him, she would.

"Suit yourself," he said gently, Pantops calling after Mickey in a saddened, deflated manner. He confusedly flicked his ears like a helicopter before pricking them towards the field he was in pursuit of, which did indeed have several cross country fences--less intimidating ones than the field had. While the stallion hadn't trained as a true eventer in several years and hadn't seen a trial in at least a year, Laurence still enjoyed cross-training his horses to keep them fit. After all, their build did not express true dressage horse, but the kind of bloodlines that would absolutely destroy any eventing competition.

As they arrived down at the field, the instructor felt the gray's large belly on either side of him, pushing him forward subtly. He took up a smooth, graceful, dressage-like trot as Laurence kept contact, sitting his trot smoothly, then extending it and moving to a posting, extended trot. After he'd seen the better part of the hill and had gradually worked at strengthening the equine's haunches, the rider cued for an equally graceful canter, unmoving and sitting solidly in the saddle. He had a droolworthy seat thanks to the immense dressage training, and the long hours at the gym working to better it. The image was picture perfect, both horse and rider working in absolute harmony around the field, the enjoyment each individual was getting quite blatant.

Sitting that smooth canter in a straight line, Laurence pressed both sides of the gelding, blocking each side as the gelding approached and leapt over a coop fence, his legs coming up well over his head and peeking at the fence, jumping in a perfect form which could only be brought on by immense conditioning. The pattern then followed for thirty more minutes--transition work, lead changes, straightness, extension, a jump here and there, each with the same success as the first. Once both horse and rider were rather sweaty thanks to the intense Virginia humidity, they decided to call it a day, and Laurence led Pantops back up to the barn in a relaxed manner. After all, neither had anywhere to be for quite some time.

Laurence dismounted and led his horse into their barn, untacking him thoroughly in his stall to avoid the chaos of the grooming stations. He had to admit the barn was eerily calm for the normal, but not at all calm as a whole. After he had untacked him, he led him outside to hose him down away from all the traffic, but somehow ended up more drenched than his stallion by the end. Now dripping wet and somehow much more attractive than he was normally, the instructor finished putting the gray away and then found his way to a spot on the grass, lying in the hazy afternoon sun to dry. He closed his eyes and felt the breeze, knowing it would soon be time for dinner, but unwilling to do anything but relax in the present.

Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily sat in reflection for so long she had almost expected someone to come and find her, for someone to ask her how she was feeling or if she needed anything, things that had truly become triggers for her to simply become angrier at her situation since she'd lost her legs. It was all people wanted to talk about, the grief and the sorrow. She was extremely uninterested and pained by the way she thought people saw her now. It was like her legs were the only interesting thing about her.

She could tell by the sound of his footsteps who'd come down, but made no efforts to comply to conversation or to turn and face him. She just stared at the water, oddly calm, oddly unfazed by what had happened. It had been such a terrible year that it seemed almost expected that something like this would happen. Yet, it didn't make her resent any less the fact that she assumed he was only down here because he felt like he had to be, or because Tristan had made him. That was the part of Tim that annoyed her, that made her unwilling to trust him fully and let her guard down. If he truly loved her, he wouldn't have left so many times without even trying to check in. He could have called, could have left a message telling her why he was going. The stories she'd heard of Katrina's long lost love kept replaying in the back of her mind: since the latina had left him, she'd constantly been haunted by what her heart was lacking. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep without him. That was true love, she thought. And, if Tim was doing such a good job without her, and having such an easy time leaving time and time again, surely that wasn't love. That wasn't even friendship.

After a while of unresolved silence, she finally replied indifferently, "how was your time away?" It was hardly a question, more of a moral obligation, since she had seen him around for three days without making any kind of contact. Of course, since he'd been talking to Katrina, she knew quite a bit that she doubted he knew she knew. Yet, she wanted to hear it from him. Wanted to hear that he didn't miss her, didn't think about her one bit.

It's so sad ive missed seeing them struggle oml, Its so crueeelll xD Typical Man too,Just going to play it like he was oblivious to any of Katrina's 'advances' )

Timothy Blue / EI / M : Emily

The silence that followed after his comment was partially expected,so it almost didnt become awkward or stale between the two.It was this energy that always caused him to question why everything was so different - Because Emily was unlike anyone he'd ever met he'd supposed.But for months he had brushed the question away,tried to focus on something else - Even if it was miles away from here.Just in an attempt to avoid the answer that was plauging him.

Tim gave a gentle yet amused chuckle,dangling his legs down a breath's distance from the waters surface,the swayying movement gently shifting the water to dance beneath his feet.

"It seems to be the only thing you say lately."

He shrugs away her question entirely.In truth he had wanted to reach out to her the whole time,but could never find the right words - each message he had written had been wrong.Done wrong by cowardice he realised in this moment.He had just second guessed consistantly - So much so Katrina had turned into the easiest way of keeping checks on Emily.For the most part of their conversations,the blonde's progress had been top of the agenda - and that was nearly all he saw it as.As to whether Katrina mentioned it to Emily ; He wasn't totally sure. Part of him just wanted to sheild her from the ever-continuing outside world,Other parts generally reluctant to speak about him.It was his least favourite subject,And what he felt hurt was that he knew she knew that - From the first time they met he knew that.

At least he thought she did - Was it in Fact she hardly knew him at all - not the in the way he felt she must?

He holds back a sigh,eyes just watching the water swirl devotedly.

(Will get Sam up ASAP - Just gotta go to work ^.^)

Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ | Dajana

Cam resisted an outrageous laugh at the girl's obvious friendliness. He didn't mind it at all, but it was a strange change from most of the other people working, riding or living at White Oaks. He opted instead for a casual smile, still slouching against the fence.

"Sure, if y'want," he replied nonchalantly, pushing his wild hair back behind his ears. He seriously should have tied it up this morning. "Cool to meet you, Dajana from Montenegro. Where is that, some kinda island?" Despite the rudeness of the question, he said it perfectly naturally and welcomingly. Cam's knowledge of geography was limited to his room, the toilet and the nearest fast food shop.

"I'm from Sydney, anyways." He discovered a hair elastic in his pocket, tying back his pale hair with gusto. It wrestled against his grasp for a moment, before settling into a messy pony tail.