Savannah guided Mozart with her seat. The cheeky pony refused, going in the opposite direction. She decided to use her reins, and tugged gently. Mozart pranced, ignoring her.

Emily stayed silent, not helping the boy who was like a little brother to her for once. She played with her gelding, getting a feel for his responsiveness while trying not to die with the immense pain the stirrups were bringing her. She put the gelding on a light contact, which was appropriate for the setting and how warmed up he was. Her leg was in the right place and glued onto the gelding, her upper body stretched up and her core expanded. The entire time she was riding, she couldn't help but wonder if it would be so bad if she switched to dressage full-time. After all, Kholo was a much more comfortable fit for her, and, well, she could jump on her own, couldn't she?

Gabriella Hemmings | F | 13 | Eventing | The Chancler | M: same

Gabriella guided Victory around the arena making sure to stay out of the way. Victory had a very nice stride. GAbriella relaxed into his trot for a nice sitting trot.

Luke hopped on the blood bay mare and asked her to walk on. He collected his reins and dropped his heels down as far as they could go. He sat tall and strong as they walked.

Noah, a surprisingly good flat rider, began collecting the gelding. He jumped at any movement the boy made, which were not by any means subtle anyways. Yet, he seemed to be a calming rider for the horse, who was not settling, but was beginning to accept contact. The horse was behind the vertical, but every time Noah tried to get him to stop over-exerting himself, the horse jumped forward. "How do I fix this? He's being annoying."

Kholo sighed irritably. That kid was...well, something different. "Use your seat. He's a very sensitive horse. He doesn't respond to reins that well," she said, wondering if she had made a mistake with the horse assignment. Well, it was too late now.

"But when I do that, he gets all jumpy," Noah attempted to slow the gelding using his hip angle and planting his legs, posting slower, but the gelding became more reactive and jumped at the slightest touch. "See?" The only other thing he could think to do was use his voice, but he doubted a young horse such as this would be voice trained.