Marley shrugged. `` I wouldn't know. I got here 20 minutes ago.`` She chuckled. `` I'll be in the closest arena.`` Marley smiled before leading the gelding off. The horse complied and followed behind her, his head held high and confident.

The woman lead him into the arena and pulled herself up into the saddle, readjusting the stirrups and nudged him forwards just a tad. She pulled out her phone and turned on some classical music, shoving it back in her riding boots.

Tapping her ankle against his barrel gently the gelding headed forwards at a trot, his neck nicely arched and his steps decently high. Marley commanded something quietly and the horse began to step across, his feet placing almost perfectly. The pair still had their flaws, and it was expected.

Marley slowed the horse down, Nirvana's steps still high as they pranced forwards. She smiled softly atop the horse, her hands holding the reins steady. Stopping the horse completely they took a few steps backwards before turning to the side and returned to their trot, each front leg arched as it was lifted off the ground.

Had this looong post...submitted it, turned out the internet had dropped while I was typing. Pljkgbf

Cheidhou Aidara | 22 | Laurence, Sam

Cheidhou frowned slightly as she knelt on the horse's back, her eyes fixated between his ears. The steady beats of Pedro's hooves were comfortingly uneven, his canter long and smooth. The woman tentatively stretched out her left leg, straightening it behind her until it was parallel to his rump. Almost there.

Suddenly letting go of the surcingle's handle with her right hand, Cheidhou extended it to almost reach the draft's ears, stiffening her core to steady herself. Her outstretched body was slim on Pedro's large build, the gelding's Shire blood clear to see. Many people wrote him off as "an outdated farmer's horse", while in the vaulting ring, his so-called 'cumbersome' build steadied his rider hugely.

Cheidhou's grip faltered, as she suddenly glanced down at the ground. Don't look down, Cheidhou. Newbie mistake. She cursed softly as she slipped back into a basic seat, her shoulders slumped in disappointment.

We could have done it today, boy. We could have. Halting her large gelding, she slipped off with an exxagerated sigh of discontent. That wss a mess. The Shire cross nudged her gently, his wide pink nose leaving a trail of slobber on her grey t-shirt.

"Oh, you doofus." She let out a giggle, pushing back his nose. "This was clean, ya know? And I would have liked it to stay that way." Now smiling, she loosened the surcingle and slung it over her shoulder, the handles knocking her arm. "You did well, bien-áimee." She made quick work of grooming him and letting him in the field, returning to the main stable yard within a few minutes.

"Oh - a day trip with the...common people-" Cheidhou overheard a blonde speaking to what seemed to be one of the many instructors, but stopped listening after that. A day trip? Sounds like fun. Walking up to the man, she grinned with a spark of interest. "Would I fit in with the 'common people'?" she asked jokingly, completely at ease with a near stranger. "'Cause I'd love to come, wherever you're going. Anywhere, really. Or nowhere. Who knows-" She stopped abruptly, a friendly blush filling her cheeks. "I know, I talk too much."

Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Astrid, open

Lorenzo lay the mud-caked brush on the ground, dusting his hands firmly. He had emerged from his room at nine in the hopes of catching a ride before the barn was filled with its usual bustle, but no such luck. He had found Gemini standing happily in the field, as caked in mud as a horse could be. His shining copper coat was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by a thick layer of dirt.

That was about an hour ago. The gelding was now standing, bored, in the barn aisle, while Enzo heaved the dusty saddle on his back. Gem accepted the bit happily, in the hopes of moving again.

Sliding out his phone, Lorenzo tapped out a message without thinking, quickly finding Astrid's contact. Want to ride? Got some thing I have to say. He pressed the send button, before quaking. Was that a good idea? What if she- He pulled off his thoughts, choosing instead to mount the gelding in hope that she agreed.

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

-Sandra would be leaning against the fence of the outdoor show jumping arena, scrolling through her phone as she was looking at some puppies that were for sale even though she had saved her hard earned money for this, she wanted to surprise her older sister even though Heather has ever done everything for her- "I really hope she likes these puppies but which one should I get for her?"

-Silver would be trotting around the arena freely before she stopped, the dappled mare lowered her head as if she was finding a good spot to roll then she finally stopped in her tracks then the mare laid down before starting to roll around on the arena ground, feeling completely relaxed-

Simon / Flame / M: Marley,Chandler,Open.

The young man gave another chuckle,departing in the opposite direction with Flame strutting along in tow.He continued to walk him along the aisles for a few moments longer before turning him back into his box and meticulously ensuring his stable was perfectly set out before heading toward the arena he assumed Marley would be in.

Wrong.

He strode in,whistling to himself before stopping rather abruptly.It was obvious he had been expecting to see the dun mount working around the arena.Instead he was met with a woman finishing cleaning poles up in the arena,painstakingly carrying eachone to be stacked into a neat pile.After a few moments,he made his way to the nearest poles and lugged them over his shoulder to put them away.

"There you are.Much better?"

He asked gently,watching her pull the last one over before collecting her things.With this,he ran a hand through his hair and gave a puzzled expression toward the doorway,

"Say - You wouldnt happen to know where the other indoor arena's are?"

But from the items in her hands,he guessed she would be just as clueless as him.He hadnt really turned to look at her properly,and wasnt taking as much notice as he would usually.In fact he was rather bewildered by how large the centre was.

(Thought a brief encounter wouldnt hurt Lol)

Marley-Roze | Nirvana | D | M: Simon

Marley worked Nirvana, her gaze shifting around, the smile on her face faultering. She was expecting to come but he hadn't. Maybe she didn't make herself clear enough. Letting a small sigh escape her lips she stopped the gelding and guided him over to the wall.

They cantered around the inside wall of the arena, Nirvana's neck arched as ever. His steps were still high and were outstretching a little more. Marley relaxed into his movements, raising herself out of the saddle slightly. `` Good boy Nirvana.`` The woman praised. Nirvana's ears perked and listened to her before returning to their normal position.

Chandler | Simon, [VA tour gang]

Chandler heard the nearby help of a stranger, and she stopped to glance over, quickly looking away. He was extremely attractive and extremely her type. So much so she couldn't even make eye contact with him, just a quick glance had done it for her.

"Thank you so much," she said brightly, staring at the dirt and pretending to adjust a line of poles. "Uh, no clue, I'm guessing your guess is as good as mine, I just got here," she replied sorrowfully, knowing full well she'd missed out on an opportunity to help show him around. Somewhere floating around in her mind was a fantasy of her being able to give him a map that could help, and him returning it with his phone number on it, one of a limitless number of unrealistic daydreams floating around in that mind of hers. She seemed to linger on it for a while, for by the time she looked up again, he was gone.

Making her way across the lawn herself, mainly hoping to find that boy again, she searched diligently both for him and for the residential dorms, finding the latter with ease, but not the former, much to her disappointment. It didn't take her long to enter the dorm, access the packets with all of her information, then throw most of her stuff down. Knowing that she'd been invited to explore the area with another new student and a trainer, she'd decided to make her best impression, quickly changing out of her relaxed clothing into something more formal, identifying her natural beauty. Within ten minutes, she'd applied perfume, makeup, which was not at all applied poorly, and in fact gave her being a soft glow, and a new pair of clothes; a pair of ripped jeans, a flowy purple blouse which showed a lot of skin, and a pair of slip-ons which were a light gray color. Then, filling her backpack with the essentials--a map of the surrounding area, a compass, a bottle of water, a spare charger for her phone, and several other things--she made her way back out of the dorm after securely locking it, meeting in front of the barn just slightly early, but still seeing several people gathered.

Smiling brightly, she made her way over to the group with an air of gentle confidence. Standing there were a big, muscle-man type with tan skin and a nice smile, and one who looked just like him, just younger. Also there was a curly-haired woman with a nice smile.

"Hey guys! I'm Chandler! It's so great to meet you guys!"

The younger-looking, possibly younger brother of the other man gave a friendly wave. He was equally attractive as the guy from earlier, and had the older man been her age, she would have been attracted to him too. Was this some kind of haven for hot, heterosexual male riders? Were they only here, is that why the rest of the world was kept away from this blessing?

"Kierstan, pleasure to meet you, Chandler," the man replied directly following the wave.

"I'm Laurence, one of the Dressage Instructors," he smiled calmly. "And I'm sure she can introduce herself, but this is Cheikhou--she and another one of our kids, Sam, decided they'd want to tag along. But, as usual, she's fashionably late. And, we're waiting on Simon, the other new rider. So, why don't you tell us a bit about you, and we'll do the same?"

Chandler listened intently, trying to both force and avoid eye contact. She hated it unless she had feelings for someone, and even then, it was just harder to look them in the eye. She gave that bright smile again, but it felt ingenuine, mainly due to her own nervousness, and the fact that her true joy was contained within the church and worship environments.

"Yeah! Absolutely! So, my name is Chandler, as you already know, but I've just been transferred here to pretty much build a church from the ground up. That's what I do for a living--not construction, like physically building churches, but being a full-time missionary and worship leader. In a way, I kinda do construction for the soul."

Smiling, she glanced over at Cheikhou, hoping she understood the question was directed at her, "what about you? How long have you been here? What discipline do you ride?"

Emily | Tim

"I really miss being your friend," she whispered softly, before letting him go, and wiping her own tears out of her eyes. "Can we just, I don't know, start over? What happened to the way we were at first? I'm tired of fighting with you, Tim. I feel like all we ever do is fight, and all we ever are is at odds." Crossing her arms defensively, she wiped away another stream of tears, this entire conversation absolutely necessary but making her sick to her stomach. She felt like none of this was on her, yet she was the one having to fix it.

Samantha Starr + Simon Triba. / M : Eachother,Town gathering.

Much better.

Sam couldnt help but offer herself a wink in the mirror as she applied her last bit of mascara to finish her make-up routine,standing to brush herself down and cast another eye over herself.She was very much content with her choice,the leather jacket and short boots beautifully clashing with her hair that had been allowed to tumble lightly down in waves.A simple bracelet adorned her wrist,matching hoop earrings finishing the whole look.Masterpiece actually, she thought to herself happily,running a hand along the grain of her jeans that had such a flattering effect on her body before heading for the door.

"Oh - Sorry Love!"

The voice came from behind her as she practically spun into someone outside her dorm doorway.Feeling extremely confident,Sam was in a good-natured mood for the moment so simply spun with only a slight scowl.It was absolutely wiped from her made-up face as her eyes settled on the man; He was Gorgeous.She couldn't help but gulp just a touch,shooting him a stunning smile that was totally out of character before turning back to the door to lock it - her voice the sweetness of sugar,

"Ha - No problem.Do leather jackets gravitate together?"

Sam beamed at him once more,Simon looking between him and her's clothing choices before breaking into a slight smirk,

"Yes - Perhaps.You dont happen to be-"

"Going to the Town?Yes.You coming?"

Sam finished his sentence,beginning to stride down the hallway with Simon in tow.She knew how late they were already,and for whatever reason today was regretting that.

As they got closer the pair strode over quite calmly,Sam obviously eager enough to bother striking a conversation with the stranger.They looked quite the power couple at this point,The strawberry-blonde subconciously checking herself down as they reached the group's outskirts.She looked to each person judgementally,making a mental comparison with them.All but one at least - She simply returned his look.The one he always seemed to have across his features.

"Are we going then?"