He couldn't help but give an adoring smile as she gives him that twinkling look.He blushes slightly at her comment,

" Its nothing - Being Flightly never helped anyone.I like a challenge i suppose.."

Tim really couldn't stop It,But it soon faded as she speaks to Tristan in a playful tone.Was she just like this with everyone?So it wasn't just him then at All..

Giving her a deflated look,he takes the folder as she gives it to him,Glancing down at it before back at her with a slightly disbelieving expression.Although he had almost been expecting it from her - Especially the trip schedule.

"Yeah - I'll have to question your obsession for organisation.."

He mumbles,More to himself,As she sped away at an impressive rate.It was too fast for him to really process anything,let alone how hed told her he was coming with her to the medic.Sighing to himself,He wanders into his office in a world of his own,Sitting at the desk and beginning to go through the folder in depth.It was intriguing,the beautiful nature of her writing,Her thoughts all collected onto these pages..

Emily was away for the better part of an hour, negotiating a course of treatment with the doctor and mostly just convincing him that she truly was fine, even if she wasn't. While she was there, although it hadn't been the first time since her arrival, she was able to sort through her own medical history and hand over the remainder of the files to them, down to the last flu vaccination she had had. The doctors gave her the same look of disbelief as Tim had. Speaking of... where had he gone?

She had hardly noticed his lack of presence, all caught up in thoughts about this trip. And, processing the day, really. Parts of it were humiliating, parts of it made her on edge in the most pleasant way possible. She hadn't really experienced anything like it before. By the time she exited the medic station, she was out of the wheelchair and walking with braces again. After a cruise around the barn, she found Tim in his office, lost in thought while glancing at something. Her notes...

Smiling radiantly but drawing no attention to herself, she stood in the doorway of his office, not just watching him but trying to see if he had written anything of his own on them. She wondered how long he had been there. Had he just sat down to look at them after getting caught up with a student?

After a silent few moments of purely enjoying how intrigued he seemed in something she had worked so hard on, she went to leave and as she backed up, her clumsy self nearly fell over her wheelchair, making a loud noise. She kind of just stood awkwardly, picking it up, and giving Tim an unconvincing smile. "I survived," she squeaked, her face bright red.

(I love making them uncomfortable loolll. I couldn't not.)

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Emily.

Time had seemed to soar by at an unbelievable rate as the young man had honestly sat and studied the notes.It all fascinated him,How her hand writing seemed to float across the page,Thoughts pouring onto each impeccably straight line.The fact they seemed - Well so different to his own.

He had been deep in thought,ablivious to his student watching from the doorway.So it wasn't a suprise surprise the instructor jumps out of his skin,The swivel chair flying away from the desk as his legs kicked out in shock.

"Holy - F."

He stops himself,Eyes wide as he glances toward the noise.Tim releases the breath he had been holding without realising,rubbing his forehead and scooting back to the desk.

"Well I'm glad you did, I think you just gave me palpitations.."

He returns in a lightly sarcastic tone,But it had its hint of warmth somewhere.Tim pauses,Thinking to himself 'not the first time she's done that..' before glancing at her hesitantly.

"Good - Are there any plans in place?Treatment?Surely you can't keep riding like this?"

He didn't know how he felt right now,A little conflicted over earliers events with Tristan.Not that he knew why of course - Their relationship was clearly defined right?As much as he tries to hide his deflated mood,Tim didn't invite her further into the office - Something he would have done without a moment's hesitation if of his mind was clear.

Emily | Eventing | Tim

As he calmed down, Emily took a deep breath to help match his energy before replying. "Nope, I didn't go to get a treatment." Looking down at her braced legs with a definite air of sadness, she painfully acknowledged, "this is it for me. There's nothing they can do, no treatments for what I have." She didn't fully resume her usual, exuberant energy, but her tone did get more serious, more neutral. "I spent the majority of the time convincing the docs that I was okay. No tests they can run will do anything or tell me anything I don't already know. They tried to give me pain meds because I passed out again when they were doing flexion tests." She giggled a little. "But nobody wants to see me on pain meds. I am a mess on medication, a serious lightweight. Like," she let her glimmering, humored tan eyes meet his for a moment, her face resuming its glow, "I take the children's dose of aspirin."

Checking her watch, she noticed the time and her mood changed. "I'd love to keep leaning against this doorframe and continue this conversation, but Riley is just about an hour out. I should start getting ready to head out." As much as she was tempted to micromanage him and ask if he was prepared, as her anxiety would have prompted, yet she couldn't tell if he had already packed, was already ready. Therefore, she just gave him a gleaming smile and exited, heading to her dorm to take a shower and clean herself up.

Timothy Blue / EI / M:Emily,Open.

Giving a passive chuckle,Tim was still very oblivious at the time to the fact she'd been stood there for so long.

"It's fine - I'm a little jumpy today.Someone keeps frightening the life out of me."

He says lightly,Frowning at her words.They couldn't do anything?Nothing at all?Feeling a little angered,His jaw tenses just slightly.Before he had chance to express his frustration though Emily was gone as quickly as shed appeared.

Tim closes the folder delicately,taking a deep breath before following suit toward his room.He still needed to pack - god was he underprepared for this..

In just about thirty minutes, Emily had lugged two bags down to the edge of the parking lot of the barn, one filled with two days worth of clothes and the like, the other with equestrian things and items. For as obsessive as the girl was, she was a surprisingly light packer.

Getting caught up talking to some lesson children who seemed quite endeared by the girl, she spent longer in the parking lot than she had planned. However, she still had plenty of time, so she went up to her dorm and showered and applied makeup, putting on clothes that, for once, did not indicate her equestrian lifestyle. It was unusual for her, but felt more normal than travelling in the clothes she had been wearing, which were covered in dirt from her little fall. When all of this was done, she walked back down to the barn, double checking with the staff that her horses were prepared. Shortly after, a black SUV pulled into the parking lot, making Emily nervous. She and her stepbrother didn't have the best history, and it seemed to come up every time she saw him. As much as she loved him, she hated the torture that she went through each time they spent any time together.

Savannah Storm | 17 | Dying To Be Famous | M: lesson sheep

Savannah vaulted lightly onto Mozart's back, clucking him into a fast-paced trot. She smothered her irritation with a fake smile, trying not to put the pony on edge. Mozart practically danced, his small hooves daintily touching the sand.

After taking his sweet time showering,Collecting his thoughts,Tim had hastily thrown a bag together at the same time as trying to Change into something a little more formal.

Checking his watch in a slightly apprehensive manner, He sweeps up his unorganised rucksack,struggling to hold a leather jacket up under his chin as he locks the door behind him.

"Oh god - Emily's schedule will be trashed already.She'll bloody murder me.."

He says with nervous chuckle,managing to somehow flick his jacket up with enough time to switch the keys into another hand and fling it over his shoulder.Tim gives a sigh,pulling his cap into his mop of damp hair and adjusting it quite a few times.Feeling almost a little self conscious at not being in riding gear,Glancing down at himself and resisting a lip bite.The young man looked casual,But his clothing certainly portrayed a smart image,Giving him a sort of rusticly handsome vibe.

Having calmed a little from his panicking state,Tim descides he had enough time to pop into the barn and check his mounts before they left.He flicks past their stables,Ending up in his office as he tried to gather his thoughts a little.

In truth he had studied her notes so in depth to give him a clear image of kind of horse she needed - One that would click.That would bring out as best a rider in his student as possible.He knew full well the processes of horse selection from his eventing career.

Despite his urge for haste,He stops for a moment to lean against the door,a lost in thought expression over his features.One thing on his mind - That This trip was certainly going to be an experience.

(Rusticly is such a word LMAO xD )