Dajana | SJCT | Cam

"I hear what [that] often," she replied, a certain mischief to her lips. "But no, my country is in Europe," she replied calmly, not in the least offended. It seemed even the Danish didn't know where it was--most of them at least. She pulled Astrid's head up, the mare eagerly trying to make friends with the other equine.

"Who is your horse?" She asked inquisitively, eyes still glistening. "And, where is Sydney? Some kind of mountain?"

Timothy / EI / M:Emily.

He waited for her to finish her rant,watching her shimmy away from his presence from the corner of his eye - Taking this as a cue to stand.But what he said next was a shock,even to him.

"Well - I was going to ask if you wanted to go for a drive.Or out somewhere.But i guess your legs arent the only thing you lost in that operation huh?"

Tim cruely deadpanned - He didnt have to deal with this.Didnt want to.It was blindingly obvious what he had just done could cost him the whole relationship.Well what was left of it at least.But moments in from seeing her again and he already felt sick to his stomach at seeing her this way.He wanted to believe this wasnt her,to feel like there was still hope of the iridescent girl he met so long ago still being somewhere in there.But he realised now, That these past few months hadnt changed a thing.She had been moly-cuddled the whole time,cushioned by everyone into depression and defeat.It was time someone broke the rose-coloured glasses.

With this he completely turns away,Making his way back along the little dock.Tim did stop momentarily in a spur of the moment act of frustation,pelting a stone into the water and causing the settled waters to shudder and explode with energy.

Cameron Fairfield | 19 | Dajana

Cam raised his hands in mock-defeat. "Okay, okay, I asked for that," he admitted freely, a teasing smile glimmering on his face. "But actually, it's in Australia. Biggest city there, actually." He shrugged nonchalantly, a strand of hair already escaping the loose elastic.

He grimaced slightly at the mention of his horse. "Lucifer," he said with a small shudder. "Lives up to his name, too. But I guess I brought it on myself when I named him that."

Suddenly remembering Stardust, he quickly corrected himself. "Oh, you mean this one? She's Stardust, my schoolhorse. Pretty snazzy, though can be slightly boring. Too schooled!" He groaned loudly after this exclamation, as the palomino mare nudged him curiously.

Astrid Elliot | 27 | XC | Bjorn | SH: Raven | M: Lorenzo

Astrid kept Bjorn at a trot and soon they were trotting alongside Lorenzo and Gemini. Bjorn arched his neck slightly, his Percheron coming through. Astrid pet his neck gently causing the stocky horse to calm down before looking at the horse beside him.

`` Gemini is looking good.`` Astrid would say, smiling gently. Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight, causing them to look a lighter auburn color. `` How was your sleep?`` She asked before slowing Bjorn down slightly.

Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | E/PT | Astrid

Lorenzo posted smoothly, rising in time with Gemini's hoofbeats. He kept the gelding on the bit, his neck lowered comfortably. The forest floor was covered in half-decaying leaves and green moss, muffling the sound of his hooves.

"Amazing!" he replied enthusiastically to Astrid's question. "I only got into bed at two, but oh well." He shrugged it off, cocking his head to the side. Then his eyes took an excited gleam. "But Liverpool beat Chelsea two one in extra time! It was a nail-biter, si, but Salah scored the winning goal."

Astrid Elliot | 27 | XC | Bjorn | SH: Raven | M: Lorenzo

Astrid looked over at Lorenzo and smiled as he explained the ending of the game to her. `` Sounds very interesting. But your nails don't seem bitten, Ja.`` She said, her somewhat usual sarcasm coming up.

Bjorn looked over at the gelding before feeling slight pressure being applied to his neck. One of his ears shot back, listening to Astrid intently and the other listening to the trail. Astrid looked down and watched his slightly feathered feet hit the ground faster as she sped him back up into a paced trot.

Laurence | DCT | Sam

Laurence gave a small grunt as someone very physically tripped over him, a mixture of wondering whether he should contain his amusement and genuine concern creating a placid look on his features. He slowly sat up, already knowing who it was before he'd turned to face her, just by the sound of her shrill whine.

"Sorry about that," he expressed genuinely, his thick eyebrows knitted with concern. He watched with amusement as she picked the bits of grass off her, listening to her complaints ever-so-patiently.

"Yeah, I guess it would look like that, huh?" He gave a small chuckle, retrieving his wedding ring from the grass where it'd fallen and putting his back on his right hand. Even though it'd been almost three years since he'd been married, Laurence still wore it in remembrance, mainly because of the quote engraved on it: true love doesn't waste time.

Looking back up to her, he gave a small, mischevious grin, and pointed to a spot on her where a piece of grass still remained. "You missed some."

Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily looked up at him in disbelief. Scorned disbelief. She was furious. "How could you be so insensitive? Usually, when people ask to spend time with others, they don't pile on the insults beforehand." She was beyond speechless and how insensitive he was being. "You're such a jerk, I can't believe I ever enjoyed being with you. Mya just died and all you came over here to tell me was--what?! What was it you came over here to tell me?!"

Sighing, she got up and stormed past him, even on her prostetic legs. It burned like anything for her leg muscles, but the anger was masking the pain for the moment. She couldn't believe his audacity, his nerve. It was impossible to believe they'd ever been a good fit, all they seemed to know how to do well was fight.

...

The next day had had a solemn mood for the barn after losing such a beloved equine, and of course because of Noah's lack of natural cheer and joy. There was supposed to be a gala that evening, but the day went by so slowly it seemed it'd never come. Emily had spent the entire day holed up in her room, avoiding Tim, and avoiding Noah, too. She didn't want to deal with the emotional messes that were involved with both.

Finally, evening came around, and Emily decided that although she had no intentions of being social, she'd at least get dressed up and go mingle for just a few moments, see if any handsome strangers showed up. After all, despite all of the emotional trauma she'd been through, she was still young and single--she had every right to go live it up, despite any ulterior motives. Putting on a beautiful cream colored gown and some jewelry she'd inherited as heirlooms "for her wedding," which she was convinced would never come, Emily crimped her hair and applied makeup, looking for the first time in eternity like a functioning, bright light in society, although her inner feelings were hidden, and absolutely said otherwise. She made her way out towards the area they'd transformed into a gathering area on the west lawn, taking in the gorgeous, vibrant sunset as she strutted towards the gathering of people. She'd fake it 'til she made it, or until she couldn't take it any longer.

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

-Heather would be leaning against the truck as she was thinking about climbing into the back to sit there but her attention was drawn to the pasture where Prince and Mystery were put in. Her gut was telling her to stay as if something bad was gonna happen but her brain was telling her to go, to not screw up the surprise plan that she had thought out secretly without telling her little sister for a good while now, plus she trusts either Sandra or their mother with her horses more than anyone that she could think of but her silent thoughts were interrupted by two new voices which she cast her green eyes to glance over at two riders, a female and a male. The brunette let out a sigh before letting a mischievous grin play onto her lips-

"We better get going before they sell all the good horses and replace them with cattle." -The young woman said with a joking tone in her voice. Her gaze was switched over to a paniced Sandra that was running over, the woman quickly ran over to the dark haired woman as she met her half way- "Sandra, Hey what's wrong?" -Heather felt her heart drop when Sandra told her that the old gelding suddenly collapsed in the pasture. Her mind raced in a mixture of panic and worry as the brunette didn't waste no time to quickly rushed off towards the pasture in a running cycle as her little sister quickly took off after the young woman-