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

Gabriella relaxed and asked Victory for a canter. GAbriella sat soft and used her legs to keep her steady. Victory moved into a nice smooth canter but was a little but unbalanced in the turn so Gabriella remembered to keep centered in the middle of her saddle.

Luke troted after a few minutes of walking. He put his ear bud's back in and and posted to the beat of the music. The mare troted around with a nice long stride and her head collected a little. Luke kept his seat relaxed as he asked the mare to trot acrossed the arena.

Kholo Mzi | 32 | Owner | M: Noah, lesson sheep

"Try him on the other rein. Most horses have a preferred rein, so find out which is his. Also, keep your body calm. He can pick up the smallest of feelings," Kholo said, seeing that the boy was getting a little frustrated. "That goes to all of you. Every horse is different and needs to be ridden differently. Gabi, keep your shoulders down. Emily, I'm picking up some unease. Keep your heels in the right place"

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

Luke chuckled softly as he listened to every one then watched Gabriella. He relaxed and kept his shoulder's down and his heels down. He made sure he was not using his hands to much and made sure he was using his seat and not all reins.

Gabriella relaxed and rolled her shoulders back and down like she had learned to do from one of her old trainers. She smiled as Victory tossed his head a little as they picked up the canter again after slowing to a walk. Gabriella watched Luke as he cantered around. He kept his heels down his shoulders and coor soft and he used his seat to slow the horse and ask her to go faster.

Emily | Eventing | Gang

Emily winced and slid her foot into the perfect position, whimpering a little as she felt her ankles radiate intense pain. If she had to do it for a long time, she thought she might pass out. She didn't want to be treated differently than the rest of the students, but she secretly hoped Tim would come and save her. He was the only one who really knew of her physical condition besides her family.

Not saying anything, she cued Promise up to a trot with a weak squeeze of her legs. He confidently responded, going right up to a working trot. She worked a solid sitting trot, every angle of her position flawless and without fault--but not without great pain.

Tristan worked the mare on the buckle, letting her play around between a jog and a trot. She wasn't an impeccable mover, but she was nice enough. After a while, he cued a canter, and she offered the wrong lead but did a lead change to fix it herself. He wondered if that was Noah's doing or if the mare was just unbalanced. Slowing to a walk, he asked again, and got the same response. Then, he asked for a counter canter, and received the right lead. "What kind of witchcraft is this?" He muttered, standing in his stirrups and letting the mare's neck sink down, only correcting her if she got too low. She'd make a great hunter, but in no universe did he see her eventing.

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Lesson people,Emily,Kholo.

Tim finishes untacking his bay,quickly settling him into his stable and tidying it to a reasonable standard before heading toward the arenas.He didn't have a clue as to where Tristan was schooling the mare,So ended up stumbling into Kholos lesson.

Giving a slightly apologetic look,The instructor turns to leave before a slight curiosity settles over him.Leaning against the side rails,His Eyes drift from rider to rider,A look of approval over his face.That soon turns to concern as he watches Emily,Clear pain etched into her features.

"Emily."

He calls across the arena,Before realising it wasn't his lesson.Tim tries to play it off confidently,Stepping across the arena floor toward Kholo,Giving Emily a glance of ' Over here'.

"Sorry - I ought to introduce myself.Timothy Blue - Eventing Instructor.You must be Kholo?"

He says with an outstretched hand to shake,And as charming a smile as he could muster.

Emily | Eventing | Gang

Emily's eyes widened a little bit seeing Tim. Was the guy a mind reader now? Her gaze wandered over to him as he called her name. Her mind began filling with concerned thoughts, and so her balance shifted a little. As Noah and the athletic gelding came springing up behind her, Promise pinned his ears and turned to the side a little bit, forcing Emily to shove her heels down and use her legs to re-balance. She stayed on more than efficiently as the other pair tried to run them over and failed, yet the pain was so great from pushing her heels down that she felt herself slipping from consciousness. As she was blacked out, her body weakened and slipped off of Promise, who kept trotting, even without her. The next thing she knew, she was laying in the sand, an intense pain still radiating from her ankles.

Noah yelled to Kholo rather irritably, "if I ask him for contact, he flips. If I keep him on a loose rein, he flips. What do you want from me?"

Nearly running Emily over, Noah used a low tone to audibly ask the gelding to come back to him. Surprisingly, the gelding eased off of Noah a bit. Not much, but the ride went from chaos to just uncontrolled. "Look at me, I'm amazing! I should switch to horsemanship!" The entire time, he had no clue of the antics he had caused with Emily.