Sandra Proudstorm | 18 | Show Jumping | Moonstone River "Silver" | School Horse: WO Legends Rise "Legend" | M: Party Peeps, Open

-Sandra would have found a spot to stand by herself as she quietly drinks from her cup while her blue eyes studied everyone in the room, oddly not feeling socialable as she couldn't stop thinking about her older sister while silently hoping that she'll be fine but deep down, she knew that she was lying to herself as she knew her sister very well and how much Prince meant to her because of the bond that they shared so much together from day 1 when it started to form between the two-

-The black haired woman turned her head to watch some people dance while holding her cup, her black hair neatly put into a bun like ponytail since it was quite long and she needed to keep herself from feeling hot by it-

They're so dysfunctional, I swear XD))

Emily | Eventing | Asher, Tim

Emily was enjoying the distraction when she heard Tim's voice, causing her to stiffen. Asher allowed his arm to trail down hers, suavely allowing her to be released from their embrace but not let away from him. She turned to meet him, her arms crossed. She went between wanting to make a fool of him, and wanting to professionally excuse herself from the entire situation to go punch something. It was in this moment that she was able to solely discover that the dysfunction came between her and Tim, and that it didn't stretch to other relations with other men. It wasn't her fault, if it was, it was only because she allowed herself to still be in the same vicinity as him.

"If you'll excuse me," she said cooly, earning a confused but understanding look from Asher.

"Yeah, take all the time you need to sort all that out," he said casually, scratching the back of his neck. "For the record, I believe you're too classy to be a felon."

Only keeping his gaze long enough to see his flirtatious wink, Emily aggressively picked Tim's arm off her shoulder and placed it back at his side. She dragged him by the arm off to an isolated area, way out off the dancefloor, then said, "what the hell is wrong with you? You're not happy until all my happiness is gone? You're not my parent, you're not my security guard. So what are you doing?"

She folded her arms across the cream colored dress, her eyes wild. The spark was back, the joy far from. Even in her anger, she couldn't help but think about how much he stood out in the sea of dark, gelled hair and black tuxedos, but it was more infuriating at this moment than attractive. She couldn't believe the audacity he had.

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Emily.

Tim had spied the wink from the corner of his eye as he herded her away,his forearms tending slightly as his jaw moved to say something.Luckily enough Emily was already dragging him away in the same way he had planned to do to her,

"What am I doing?What are you doing? - Are you freaking insane?Oh let's just mosey up to any old guy and take him for a spin huh?I wonder how that could possibly turn out."

He spoke coolly yet sharply,eyes sparked in the way hers were back at him.It was looking her over with this expression,the way she looked at him with eyes he partially recognised .Stood there with her arms crossed across her chest that got him to snap slightly.Once again after a few moments of silent brooding his expression changed,although his frame was still tense,

"Okay fine - you want to go dance with some blue eyed stranger go ahead.But I'm not-"

With a slight sigh he simply offered a shake of the head before throwing his hands up as he turned and headed back toward the main party - He needed a drink.

Ascent Acres said:

Flip, do you want me to throw Luke, Kierstan, or Laurence at Sam? :)

Dash|SJ/NH|26|M: Kholo, Jay, Athens, Judea, Liz

The ebony-haired man strode into the gala, not necessarily making an entrance, but being noticed all the same. Putting his best smile on his face, Dash greeted as many people as possible as he made his way to Kholo. He was impeccably dressed, a violet buttondown tucked into slacks that fit him in all the right places. A slightly dark violet suit jacket was pulled over one shoulder and perched over the arm in a sling. His hair was braided delicately into a singular dutch braid travelling down over his shoulder. His caramel colored skin held a warm glow as he moved through the mingling groups of people. Remarking at the attire, he chuckled sightly remebering his earlier shopping trip.

Athens, Judea and his brother had been hard to convince to go with him to the menswear store, but he had forced them all the same. Begrudingly, all three had accepted the gifts of suits, much to Dash's delight. Dash couldn't help but to be excited to see Athens. He'd been hoping to have the man's attention for most of the night. There was something about the blonde that Dash couldn't quite grasp, but it was a good feeling. It certainly helped that Athens was attractive.

Dash neared Kholo and picked up the pace, intending to assist the woman with her hosting duties. Walking up calmly, he pulled the woman's arm, directing her attention to somewhat of a focus on him. "You look stunning tonight Kholo. Care for assistance?" Watching the woman's relieved nod, he turned and struck up a conversation with one of the many people trying to speak wwith Kholo. Dash was obviously a seasoned pro, smooth-talking his way through quite a few interactions. After a while, Liz joined them, the woman sporting a similar color scheme as Kholo, except wearing a remarkably unreavealing cutout top and black culottes paired with 3 inch heels. The trainer smiled at him before fussing him off to go have fun. Grabbing a drink, Dash socialised, keeping an eye on the entrance, for the man he very much hoped would show up.

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Open

-Heather would be hiding in Mystery's stall while she quietly pets the colorful mare's face, her face stained with tears that she has cried while her eyes felt a bit puffy and red. She felt the mare gently nuzzle the left size of her face with her freckled muzzle as a nicker broke the silence of the barn, she gave a weak smile to Mystery before quietly saying- "You miss him too, huh girl?" -The mare would respond with bit of a head bob, meaning yes. The brunette let out a sigh before leaning back into the mare's side more and sniffles a bit- "I guess it's to late to go to that gala since I look like quite a mess, people probably will think that I got hit by either a train or a wagon." -as much as she wanted to laugh at her own stupid joke but she just couldn't bring herself to do so-

Astrid Elliot | 27 | XC | Bjorn, Raven | M: Party Peeps

Astrid wasn't one for partying or for formal outings. She groaned as she walked into her room, quickly pulling out her light blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt then went for a shower. Astrid got out and got changed before doing her makeup, not too much but not too little.

She pulled on a denim jacket and slipped on her converses, tied her jet black hair into a low flowing plait and then walked out of her room. Astrid was smiling, thinking about how everyone else would be made up and in their fancy dresses. She made her way down into the hall and smiled as the music hit her. A nice tune to go tear up the dance floor.

Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ | Dajana, Katrina

Cam walked through the stately doors, perfectly comfortable in the slate grey suit he was wearing. His long blonde hair was tied back successfully for once, held in a low pony tail. A blue handkerchief was tucked into his breast pocket, matching his eyes.

His eyes dancing with enjoyment, he greeted a few strangers cheerfully, grabbing a tall glass of something or other. He couldn't care less what it was, it was more for the appearance than the taste.

Taking a short sip, Cam resisted a grimace and instead strolled towards one of the many faces he recognised, Dajana. The young showjumper was chatting with a friend, in a gorgeous strapless dress with towering heels. He stepped beside her, his charming smile appearing once again. "Mind if I join?" He didn't await the answer, his brain ruling out the possibility of 'no'. "You two look like real Sheilas tonight."

Samantha Starr / E / M: Open.

After taking one of the glasses,taking a dainty hold on it like a seasoned professional,Sam began to slowly survey the room as she strolled rather casually away from the table.It seemed,out of most of those she recognised,the strawberry-blonde was the most at home in this setting.Whether it was the whole dressing up,or just the socialising that was unsettling people she couldn't tell - but it certainly was something she would never understand.The same,she realised as she bit her wine-coloured lip, for how everyone seemed to be socialising amonst themselves ; Each little group relying on eachother for security.Her shoulders slumped just slightly,standing alone as she sipped at the rim,flicking her hand up regally to shoo away another half-hearted attempt to Whoo her.