(Erm just the lesson has ended Winter,Lil crazy going on elsewhere but just don't mind them drama queens lol!)

Emily carefully listened over his words as riders came and went. They were holding a few poor people hostage in the tack room, but were hardly paying attention. "Maybe I'm TRYING to let you in. Maybe I need that persistence, because everyone else in my life is gone! Have you ever thought about the fact that you're the only person left? Riley has Emma, Cara has our parents. I have NOBODY. Not even one single person. Maybe I don't know how to let people in anymore. Maybe I don't even know what feelings are!" With another pained look, she whispered, "I don't even know what family feels like because of how screwed up my life is. So I'm sorry if I'm not the perfect person you want me to be. Maybe I haven't had the perfect life you have."

Keenan, with a delicacy he didn't even know he had, spent some time on the mounting block just petting the mare and getting her used to him standing over her. Eventually he placed a foot in the stirrup, sitting calmly in the tack and petting the mare, giving her encouraging coos and letting her get acquainted with him. He pushed her into a walk and she jolted forward, so he used his tone to get her back. After about a lap around the arena, she had her head perfectly framed and on contact. "She's nice," Keenan admits, glancing over at Heather as he begins trotting her a bit, surprisingly light in the tack. "I weigh about as much as I did when I was eight years old, isn't that cool?"

He left a brief silence, then asked, "so what did you want to work on with her?"

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Emily.

Tim had put his tack back rather roughly,Soon realising there were students and stable hands now Giving him a cautious look whilst mumbling among themselves.He plasters a sheepish look over his face,glancing down to thw floor.It didn't take long for his eyes to rise onto Emily again,Just hearing the last of her rant,Although the start had been suprisingly clear across the room.

"Have you ever thought the only socialization I've had for so long is with my horses?They dont speak much you know.Im not a mind reader - Usually you just hand them some food and buddies for life.Youve been a whole different animal you know that?"

He was now trying to calm the situation a little,Tim could see her getting even more distressed,And he kept seeing people appearing from the corner of his eye to check what the commotion was about.

"Will you come with me - Please?"

He asks gently,Trying to keep his tone soft despite their dispute.With that he leaves the tack room,Waiting for her to catch up but not looking at her what's so ever.When they'd moved away from the scene,Just outside his office Tim took his time to unlock the door deep in thought.He didn't even understand what the hell had just happened.

He walks inside,Waiting for her to follow before just catching her off guard.Wrapping her into a hug before she had the chance to fight him,Tim shuts his eyes a little as he felt himself welling up despite trying to keep himself together for her.He remains silent - Not really knowing what to say - if anything had to be said at All.

(One extreme to the other *eyeroll* Well unless Emily beats him for touching her Lol! X3 )

(Oh shit - Seems its quarter past midnight here and I have work in the morning! Best get some shut eye so I don't flop in the middle of the day >.< Although I'm sure the cows wont mind me sleeping with them lol )

"Well, I wanted to work on with her some of the jumps, she's good with the low jumps but once we get to the medium or high obstacles, she just refuses and I felt like it was my fault for not giving her clear direction while getting distracted about other things" -Heather said while watching Keenan riding Mystery, she wanted to admit that she had lost her confidence when she lost her old partner but she was to silent to admit it as she kept pushing that feeling down-

-Mystery had very natural & fluent gaits, she had her blue eyes on Heather as she has grown quite attached to her as she trots over to her owner with Keenan on her back-

At first the beautiful blonde was taken off guard, but after a moment she eased into the gesture, her arms folded gently around his neck. She felt the tears spilling silently, and she simply let them, not knowing what else to do. The whole thing made her chest feel a bit funny, this odd warmth inside it. After a moment too long, she simply whispered, "I'm sorry." Pulling away, she leaned against the wall, her eyes calmer but not happier. Her tan colored eyes lingered on his as she spoke softly, wiping away the tears. "I'm sorry I took that out on you. It isn't your fault. It just--when you left, it reminded me of what every single person in my life has done. I'm more than a little messed up in the head, so, yeah. I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that."

Keenan allowed the mare to go to her owner as he had been riding on light contact. "And by low and high jumps, what height are we talking?"

"Let's .95m to 1.15m since I wanna start slow with her" -Heather said politely as the young woman gently petted the mare which Mystery has buried her head into the young woman's arms-

(Sorry for taking so long, I was looking up show jumping heights for eventing 😅)