Noah | HJ/E | Tim, Open, whoever else is in the ring?

Noah led Magik into the outdoor arena where the jumps were set, a mischievous smile on his face as he noticed Tim. He wouldn't be lying if he said Emily had given him permission to ride her horses, but he wouldn't be telling the truth, either.

Clambering onto the stirrupless saddle, Noah swore under his breath--this wasn't his favorite aspect of Emily's riding, but he was somehow intelligent enough to decide to put the right tack on the seasoned gelding. He proceeded to give the large Thoroughbred a minimal warmup which led straight into a sitting trot, which looked surprisingly good. For once, Noah seemed to have to concentrate, and it even appeared he might've been working on his leg strength while he was away. In all actuality, most of his concentration came from the fact that the gelding was so bouncy that if he didn't focus on his position, he'd bounce right off.

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Noah,Little of Everyone.

After attempting multiple methods of trying to keep his excitable grey at bag,Tim was now working him around the exterior.Well - Working was a strong word.It was more so trying to keep a deep seat as his tingling arms contained the tremendous weight on the bit.

He didn't speak,Sat in frustrated silence as Looney pranced around with tremendous joy at the thrill of fighting his rider.The bustling of the barn hardly seemed to help,life seeming to suddenly radiate from the wooden beams.That was suddenly explained at the arrival of another rider,a tingle of joy rushing through him as he recognised the horse.Emily!

His head was transfixed on the pair - Well before disappointment took over.The rider mounted seemingly easily - Revealing immediately to Tim it wasn't Emily at all.With a lightly disheartened sigh he shoots Noah a falsely joyous head nod before returning to Loon with a whispering of dark words.

Kholo Mzi | 32 | Owner | M: Conrad, open

"Sure, that'd be great. Tristan has things under control then?" Kholo said as the man rode up beside her. Cool and pristine, she nudged Glory into a canter, the hot-headed stallion picking up her nerves. Beneath her calm exterior, inside she was panicking. What if it happened again? It couldn't. Mustn't. Once was bad enough. Twice would be unbearable. Heart racing as she tried to keep her breathing calm and her smile warm, her mind raced.

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Lol, I planned Kholo to be my one and only untraumatised character. Lets just say that no matter how I try, all, and I mean ALL, my people will always be messed up[ XD)

Conrad | WI | Kholo, Heather

Conrad's keen eyes scanned the horizon, his mount's ears swiveling in anticipation. Roxy wasn't as keen on finding other horses as some of his father's mounts, yet he was still efficient enough to alert his rider of possible danger. When Conrad found Roxy hesitant to move forward, a trait very uncharacteristic of the seasoned, striving-to-please show horse, he knew they must be close.

Dismounting, the man left his horse in the woods, walking towards the clearing. He didn't offer an explanation to Kholo, it seemed self-explanatory. His judgement was confirmed when he noticed a dark horse jogging in frenzied circles, his ears pricked, seemingly disturbed. "Is this our horse?" He called out to Kholo as his jog turned into a sprint, breathlessly examining the area. He found a girl nearby, though she was quite unconscious, and seemingly had been for just a bit.

Grumbling to himself, he said in a low tone, "I never thought I'd say this, but I wish Keenan were here..."

He gently tapped Heather's face, unsure of what else to do before picking her up and sprawling her over Roxy. His brother would have known the steps to take, the right precautions, and yet, he wasn't here. A new admiration for someone whose level of annoyance generally remained around that of a mosquito crossed Conrad's mind as he waited to see if the girl would stir.

Tristan/Keenan | Mystery, barn peeps

Tristan tried to calm the stalled mare as Keenan very boisterously exited the dressing room in the barn, seemingly spending the entire time straightening out his outward appearance. Without any explanation as to why he had been in the dressing room for over an hour, Keenan simply corrected. "It's Doctor Kellison, but I can forgive you if you happened to forget my last name. I understand that civilians like you may not have the same level of education as us medical professionals."

Tristan's eyebrows raised, wanting to correct more than one piece of Keenan's statements, but the look morphed into a defeated look, sighing and scratching the back of his head as he gestured to the mare. "She's got a few little cuts on her body that probably need to be stitched up. Why don't you tell me all about your divine education while you help me stitch her up?"

Noah | HJ/E | Tim

Noah, still with a surprisingly impressive seat, began cantering the gelding in a reckless manner. While he was perched on the large horse in a sturdy manner, he was allowing his arms to be tangled in the gelding's mane, his reins loose and encouraging the gelding to move forward at every second. As he continued to grow his speed faster and faster, he pointed Magic at a large oxer, which wasn't outside of either of their skill levels, but likely not within their skill level together. Magik was a very particular type about what his rider was doing, and was seemingly flustered by the boy's recklessness. Where Noah was carefree, Emily was precise, and vice-versa.

Confidently, Noah kicked the horse up to the large fence, which stood around 3'6, and the gelding unsurely but adeptly scaled it, the boy's legs flying back behind him and his upper body not quite strong enough to hold him without stirrups. He landed on the horse's neck, and Magic's ears pinned, the whites of his eyes showing. The horse slowed to an automatic halt, which caused the boy to have to cling to his neck upside down, perhaps like a tree sloth, then slowly clamber to his feet. Walking Magik back to the mounting block with a jock-like confidence, Noah glanced at Tim out of the corner of his eye, half-expectant of a disciplining remark.

-Prince snorts as he pinned his ears, he was quite injured with some fresh wounds that he has received from a cougar that he fought in order to protect his owner then he limply follows the man carrying the young woman as she has been out for a while at least-

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: Kholo, Conrad, Prince

-The young woman started to stir a bit but showed no signs of waking any time soon but she has managed to call the dark horse's name- "P-Prince, where are you boy.." -she fell silent once again-

Mystery | 7 | Eventer | Mare | Brazilian Sport Horse | M: Tristan, Keenan, Barn peeps

-Mystery kept moving around in a stressed out, nervous manner but she wasn't setting her sprained right back leg down at any means as she snorts loudly from her nostrils, some whites showing in her eyes as she was frantically looking around for her owner, continuously neighing-

Conrad | WI | Heather, Kholo

Conrad's eyes widened a bit as she stirred, as if he had been half-expecting her to be a dead body in his arms. He carried her as gently as possible, not exactly sure of the extent of her injuries, not to mention the mere fact that he and the girl nearly weighed the same, if not, he weighed less. As he neared the location of his horse, he allowed the girl to lay over Roxy's neck, the gelding not minding the girl at all, but waking up ever so slightly at the sight of the desperate Warmblood. He then swung gently into the tack, resting the limp rider over himself so she was balanced. Keeping one hand securing her and the other on the reins, Conrad gestured to Kholo, who had seemed to have been having to come to her own senses the entire time he was working with the girl. "Are you alright, Kholo?"

Tristan/Keenan | Mystery

"This isn't going to work," Tristan acknowledged in a defeated tone, his eyes scanning the ground as the mare acted out. Before he could say anything more, he felt something whiz past the back of his neck, hitting the mare in the side. ...had he left Keenan for more than five seconds?

"Keenan! Where on God's green earth did you get a tranquilizer gun? And why are you using it?! Do you lack common sense?!"

As the mare dropped, Keenan shrugged. "It worked, didn't it?"

Working efficiently, which seemed to be unlike his character, Keenan got the mare stitched up far before the tranquilizer wore off. They were even able to groom her until her physical appearance was not lacking to say the least, and Tristan's only concern was the mare's hind leg. Reasoning that it wasn't the brightest plan to call a vet with no knowledge on the mare or her history, and given her emotional state, both young men hung around the stalls of the two horses conversing casually, one holding quite a bit more annoyance than the other.