"Am I dead yet?" -Heather said as she just stays laying on the dirt ground, looking straight up at the sky when her green eyes glanced over to both Tim & Emily, she heard Tim's voice then she gave a sigh then she blew a bit of her hair out of her face. She felt both defeated & frustrated but she didn't want to give up on the mare then she finally replied to Tim after a few minutes of thinking- "If you want to ride her then sure but um, she was abused back in england before animal control took her away from her old owners" -Heather said this as she carefully gets back up on her feet before dusting herself off. She walks over to the mare as she saw some whites in her eyes- "Easy, easy girl. You're alright, Mystery" -she calmly said to the mare as she gently grabbed her reins then lead her over to the center of the jumping arena for more space-

Heather, too, heard the girl fall, and looked down at her with concerned eyes. Thinking about the fact that she and Tristan had found the girl in a similar shape only a handful of hours prior, Emily wondered if the mare would last. Had the girl even gotten a trial on her? Was she looking for a problem horse? She knew the girl's horse before this was a seasoned veteran of eventing, and a very different ride than this mare. It caused her to be concerned that the mare was a less-than-thought-out purchase, but she didn't express it. She simply sat quietly, thinking about the pair as Tim and Heather conversed. When she offered to let Tim ride him, Emily grew a bit skeptical--even more so--because of the great hesitance she had shown Tristan the night prior. It made her a little upset, truthfully.

"Alright, well, I have some other stuff to get finished before we head out. I'll leave you both to it," the young woman's tone did not express emotion any which way, it simply stated emotionlessly. She gave a small smile which did not reach her eyes, turning the mare back around towards the barn. She let the mare jog off a little bit, sitting her smooth trot. This was followed by a hasty dismount and another long grooming and mucking routine, which she asked one of the staff to oversee for the next day or two. Then, she went back into the common room, wondering if Tristan was up at this hour. After all, when she had a problem, he seemed to be the first person she thought of to converse with. However, she found no luck, and retreated back to her dorm to obsessively re-pack.

-Heather would leave Mystery with Tim while she let him know that she was going to get something. She sped walk to the barn, once she stepped inside before she enters the tack room, facing the wall in order to hide her face. She hits her head against the wall a bit before finally started to vent to herself, finally letting out how she really feels- "What am I doing.....what have I gotten myself into...why.., just why.... I did not give myself time to heal... Mystery probably deserve better than me but I don't want to give up on her.. but I feel like I'm not getting anywhere, I keep screwing up! Why, just why can't I get my stupid self to focus." -she let out a frustrating sigh before she went down on her knees, hunched over, hands covering her face as she started to shake- "I don't deserve Mystery...I don't deserve anything....I guess I didn't even deserve Prince as well.... I'm such a failure...I'm so sorry Mystery, I'm sorry for everything..it's all my fault.." -She has finally opened up the fact that she had pind the blame all on herself for everything as she had mange to hide it from everyone by bottling up on the inside but it just became to much where she has finally said it, getting it off her chest finally. Her way to isolation started when the death of both her & her little sister's father tragically passed away in the Olympics from a fatal riding accident with his horse that died with him. Her sister was still a happy go lucky teen while Heather struggled to keep herself happy but Prince's death broke her as she wanted to truely feel happy but she just couldn't fully mean it or any emotions without faking it, the fear of becoming so close to someone that you might ending up losing them one day-

Mystery | 6 | Mare | Brazilian Sport Horse | Espresso Silhouette | Heather Proudstorm | Tim

-Mystery was confused of why her owner was going to let someone ride her, she became more warily when she watched Heather leaving her in the arena with Tim as she wanted to follow her, snorting out of anxiousness as she became more nervous by the minute, she didn't know this man, who was he?, was he going to hurt her like her old owners have done back in England. Her blue eyes couldn't find the woman anymore as panic strikes in her mind, letting out a few very skittish whinnies-

Drowsily, Emily grabbed her things for the trip and was in the process of putting them in her tack locker temporarily when Heather walked in. She heard a loud crash, which caused her to jump a little bit. Turning around to face the girl, she found her having an emotional breakdown.

Truthfully, this gave the girl more anxiety than normal, for she was entirely unsure of whether to talk to her or pretend she wasn't there at all. It seemed like a Tristan problem, but she had a Tristan problem too, and he wasn't around. The girl decidedly wouldn't say anything unless Heather noticed her, for she wasn't sure if the girl would even take her advice at all, let alone the fact that she had no clue what to say. Continuing to intricately pack and repack her locker, Emily tried to kill time, for she knew she would draw attention to herself if she opened the door.

Kholo strolled to one of her broodmare barns. She shivered, partly with cold and partly with excitement. It felt cool to call it 'her' barn. The cold fingers of mist wrapped around her red woolen sweater and crept down her neck, freezing her from the inside. Kholo stepped into the barn and walked to her favourite mare, Mirabelle. "Well hi there darling," she said, slipping into the stall. She ran her hand over the mare's swollen belly, trying to feel how much longer it would be. She smiled. This foal was by Glory, her handsome Arabian stud. He had given her foals before, but this one would be special. Mira was a home bred mare, and this was her first foal.

(I'm scared for Tim's welfare,From Emily and the Mare LMAO!)

Tim's thoughts had mirrored Emily's at first,But that soon turned to a more understanding take on the situation.After all,Looney had been an immediate purchase after his dad's passing,So it was important he would help her make it work.

Tim gives a frown at Emily's sudden exit,A look of confusion passing his features.That soon turns to a mix of shock and nerves as Heather hands him the reins,Hastily leaving him with the mare and his mount.

He brings his Mount through the gate,tying his dozy mount to the gate before turning his attention to Mystery,

"Hey Little Lady."

He says gently,Outstretching his hand for her to smell.Tim doesn't approach her any futher,Seeing the white of her eyes - from her past of abuse he had gathered.At the same time he flicks over her frame,A little in shock of how people could abuse such a well built mare.He gives a gentle head shake of Disguist,Eyes softening a little at the mare.

Tristan led Fairue out to the outdoor arena, where it looked like total chaos had gone down. There were dirt marks of a human in the sand, along with Tim holding one horse while another was tied to the fence. "What happened here?" He asked with an incredulous laugh as he tightened the gelding's girth. "Do you like my ride? I've never ridden something so small--or spotty..."

His blue eyes don't move from the mare,Not trusting her enough yet to move his gaze.Tim couldn't help but laugh with Tristan,momentarily flicking his eyes over before back to the mare,

"Some serious stunt action it seems - Snazzy Mount huh?Although I think ive seen bigger dalmations."

He comments in a cheerful tone,Chuckling as quietly as he could manage as not to spook Mystery.

The young man adjusted his stirrups before slowly mounting, the gelding beneath him standing surprisingly calmly and resisting the urge to spook and run out from beneath him. Placing his feet in the irons with little movement, Tristan asked the gelding for a slow walk, which turned out to be quite a few steps of canter. The man sunk in his stirrups and tried to break him up on contact, which turned into the gelding doing something which placed him so framed up he was behind the vertical. Then, he did a one rein pulley, which got him a sliding stop which nearly sent him over the small horse's pony neck. He chuckled to himself a little, commenting sarcastically, "he puts the all in all-around, I suppose. Racehorse to reiner, minimal adjument periods between disciplines. I'm surprised he hasn't made the news.'

-Heather finally realized that Emily was here the whole time, she very hesitantly looked away. She started apologizing- "I'm sorry that you had to see that..."

Mystery | 6 | Mare | Brazilian Sport Horse | Espresso Silhouette | Heather Proudstorm | Tim, Tristan

-Mystery tossed her head as she nervously snorts, her eyes warily were looking straight over at the barn then she neighed again, her tail active once more. Her hooves danced nervously under her as she couldn't stay in one spot while her reins were being held by the man-