The young man was neither spritely or disheartened in the fact he was unloading his belongings in the pitch black - Or in the fact it was starting to get chilly.The only source of heat around him seemed to be the stallion strutting his path along to the barns beside him,the chestnut mirroring his owner's ever indifferent take on the whole matter.He was a touch excitable and apprehensive at the moving - wouldn't anyone be at such a long and tedious journey - but his silky composition hardly showed it.The stallion looked more concerned with how his mane fell before he met the mares.

Simon cast an eye in the direction of the main hall,the light reaching out from inside making his eyes slightly iridescent.As much fun as the whole party thing looked,he immediately decided against that.The whole getting tipsy and spilling your life to a stranger didn't appeal to him - so he spent the next few hours committed to cleaning every square inch of his Stallion's stabling area,followed by everything else that would come in near touching distance of his mount.If not for the looming darkness at either end of the aisle,It almost seemed from his seamless routine that it was noon.

(Sorry that sucked,I'm off to bed now Lol.)

Jackson|18|M: Heather, Open

Grinning widly, Jacks danced with Heather. As he moved his head bobbed, causing his pony tail to come loose. Strands of hair came down to frame his face. With the accompanying stubble on his jaw, he gave off an air of rugged-ness, but he clearly cleaned up well.

The music switched tempo and Jackson moved along with it."So, Heather. Tell me. Where are you from? How long have you been riding?" He couldve used the excuse that he needed to know more about her, which was true, but truthfully, the woman had a quality to her that he had yet to find in anyone else.

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

-Heather would be dancing with Jackson, seeming enjoying herself. She was totally into the music which changed tempo but the red brunette didn't mind it that much, her neatly placed ponytail started to come down at bit, causing a few strands of hair to get in her face, even though she was smiling and having a good time. She still missed her gelding, her heart was grieving while her mind felt like it had went into isolation mode at that point but she knew that he was in a much better place, a place where he can no longer feel pain-

-She had been paying attention to Jackson's question while dancing with the tall man then she answered with a simple smile- "Well, I grew up on a ranch off on the country side of Florida and I've been riding since I was 16. Where are you from? How long have you been riding?" -she asked him the same questions to get to know him better-

Laurence | Sam

Laurence had seen what went down with an innate suspicion that all was not as it seemed. He knew the fiesty woman could handle her own, but the second he thought she couldn't, he was more than happy to remove her from the sitation. Maybe he was kidding himself by saying it was only because the dangers that came with wealthy, greedy business men were a liability and a hazard to both the farm and Sam herself, but it was what was allowing him to think clearly at the moment. Yet, when he saw her being dragged away against her will, he leapt at the opportunity to rescue her--watching it was making him anxious.

"Hey, what are you doing with my wife?" He charged down the hill with an urgency he disguised as passion, looking straight at the man. The dude was big, but Laurence was muscular and more athletic than he could ever be.

"I don't see a ring on it."

He narrowed his eyes, gesturing to his own hand. "She lost hers," he said through gritted teeth. "You can have a better look at mine when it goes through your forehead."

The man tensed briefly, considering his options, before releasing her, raising his hands in surrender and grumbling, "she wasn't worth it anyway..."

"She is to me," he shot back, waiting for the man to walk further away before relaxing his demeanor and unclenching his jaw. He was now, as usual, a placid, nonchalant being of utter peace and control.

"You okay? Top eventer life not for you?" While he remained completely neutral, one look in his eyes displayed his true feelings on the sitation. He cared a little too much, too deeply.

Floyd | Bekkah, Cheidhou

Floyd looked elated to be asked to dance, the life of the party in any situation. He scoffed in a silly way, saying incredulously, "would I like to dance...uh, duh! Of course I would love to dance!"

He looked to his coworker as if for approval. She crossed her arms, smirked, and waved him off. "No, you have fun. I'll meet you in between the residential dorms at one if I don't see you before then. Don't do anything stupid, Floyd."

He grinned in a goofy manner before offering his hand to the woman. "So, you're definitely my favorite person here now...what's your name? I'm Floyd. Me and Bekkah came from Oakley this afternoon." Chatty as usual, he began dancing in an outgoing, confident way, allowing her to get a word in edgewise every now and again.

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Kierstan | Kat

"Ugh, you hate to see it," Kierstan groaned, playing along with the woman's snobbiness. Surely he was used to this kind of personality, it seemed he'd lived with two replicas of the stranger for his whole life. His sarcasm was based off of her true feelings, a goofy smile directed her way every now and again.

"I'm clearly not fine being here, huh? What do ya say we ditch this place then? Let me guess, not your style? You'd rather be bored watching people ruin their lives because of really, really stupid carnal instincts? For, oh, what, another four hours? Five hours? We could go trail riding in the woods with that time..."

Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Astrid

Lorenzo brushed back his thick hair awkwardly, letting Astrid's slim hand fall back roughly. He lifted one cheek in a failing attempt at a smile, instead looking even more despondent than before. "Nothing." His voice was gravelly and veiled any emotion he may have been feeling.

"Nothing happened tonight, okay?" It sudenly changed from a soft, pleading tone to a harsher one. "Zilch. Nada." Lorenzo turned away from her slightly, making it clear that he wanted to leave. "Let's just - go back to the party. Kholo wanted me to be there as an instructor." With that, he turned abruptly on his heel and stalked off to the faint lights of the bustling gala.

Samantha Starr / E / M: Laurence.

Sam would have been deeply amused - even impressed maybe by Laurence's antics if not for the current situation - Instead her eyes were brimmed with dread and fear.

She couldnt help but stumble back as the grasp was released on her wrist,managing to steady herself on a tree before falling flat on her back.At this moment,the heels didnt seem like such a great idea..

"Yeah - It seems.."

The strawberry blonde offered a slightly anxious chuckle,obviously still a little taken aback as she rubbed her fingers around her red-raw wrist.She was almost silent,her hands trembling as she clasped them together.Her doe eyes raised ,expressions totally mixed.Although without words they conveyed total apprieciation and embarressment all in one.

"My hands wont stop -."

She manages to wobbily giggle ,Locking eyes with him momentarily before stopping to look to his ring.Her gaze was curious,but it mostly acted as an object of interest to fixate on whilst she drifted back into thought.It was obvious from her paled skin now drifting to a hot pink flush her heart was in her throat - Almost giving the effect of cutting off her lungs,Breath short and choked.