Timothy Blue / EI / M: Noah.

If Tim was a little uptight before - Well the events in the arena from the wreckless rider didn't help the matter.At All.

His blue eyes had watched in utmost horror,hundreds of corrections flicking through his head even before the jump.They soon filled with Disguist,Watching this fool ride in such a rediculous manner on Emily's pristine gelding.He knew it took some serious skill to make such a schoolmaster uneasy.

Without hesitation,Tim rode Loon over at a brisk trot,The grey still excitable as his nostrils flared wide with greeting.Thr young man dismounts before his mount had stopped,hastily holding Magiks reins with a cold look.

"Quite the Monkey stance you had going on there - Ever auditioned for the circus?"

He started,Voice dripping with sarcasm as he gives a slight tut,Readjusting the bridle to it's correct fastenings.

"I shouldnt have to ask - But I presume Emily gave you permission?I very much doubt it though - She would have certainly taught you how to fasten a throatlash if she did hmm?"

Tim scolds,now looking up to glance at the rider fully in the face.He didn't mean to be so confrontational - He certainly wasn't like this usually - But he could feel so hot heated in a snap today.Timothy wasn't in the mood for games.

"Instructor?"

He finished with sharply,Giving Noah a firm and expectant look - Almost temperamental.

Noah gave a nonchalant shrug, the same devilish grin taking up his boyish features. "I know how to tighten a throatlatch, silly, I just didn't feel like it. What does it even do, anyway?" Coming back around to the first question, Noah replied, "and Emily pretty much gave me permission. I went up to her dorm and asked her, she said she didn't care about it. Didn't care about the horses. She was also crying, but I figured it was because she was so excited to see me. See loves me very much, you know..."

Trying to jump onto the gelding in an attempt at vaulting-style, and failing, the boy said, "alright, well... I'll catch you later. I have some... training... to do. This gelding here needs some serious work." In his tone, he seemed almost to be mocking Tim's normal demeanor, not the grouchy one he seemed to always use with him. Yet, his word choice was so poor in imitating him that the whole initiative seemed sloppy. The boy began walking back towards the mounting block with little regard to what his instructor was doing.

-Prince pushed himself to trot to try to keep up with the man on his horse that has Heather in his grasp, his gait being not so fluent because of his limp & his injuries but the only thing on his mind was making sure that his owner is alright-

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

-Heather started to stir again, finally showing signs of trying to wake up but was failing, she was covered in cuts & bruises from the fall, blood running on tbe left side of her head. She hasn't broken any of bones but she has fractured only her right arm bone and left leg bone-

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

-Mystery woke up from being tranquilized as she slowly raised her head, looking around as she snorts but she wasn't making effort of getting back up as she was just laying there with her legs carefully tucked under her. She looked at the two men before she looked around for her owner, her blue eyes were filled with worry-

To say the least,Tim was taken aback at this student's nonchalant behaviour,Not appreciating his tone whatsoever.He had listened with a silent glare,face straight until it changed quite quickly at the comment over Emily and Magik himself.

"Now you're really being a child.I would have thought your daddy would have got a servant to show you respect for the horses you ride with all the money you lot seem to sit in?"

He snapped,Quite literally at he marched over and took the reins sharply from the young man's hands.

"You are not to ride this gelding - Or any horse on this yard until I speak to higher authority here.You - No one else But YOU - need serious work.Until you gain some respect ...- You wouldn't want to live everyday shovelling shit rather than riding hmm?"

With that Tim turns on his heel,Exiting the arena with both mounts pretty sharply in tow as anger bubbled inside him.Who did this child think he was?Bursting in and harming other people's mounts - Especially Emily's.Didnt he know - Understand.With a grunt he quickly realised that child could care for nothing other than himself.

Besides,What did he mean Emily didn't care about the horses?What cheek he had,She was the most caring rider he knew around for her mounts.What a rediculous thing to say..

(*Fans Self* Well Darn it's heating up LOL)

Like my entire gang | Plot movement | because I don't have time to move this along any other way

Conrad finally reached the stable after what felt like ages, mainly due to the fact that his gelding hadn't stepped a foot wrong, yet that beneficial caution had caused the large horse to not move much more than a snails pace. While Heather wasn't bleeding out by any stretch of the imagination, she was certainly bleeding enough that Conrad had traces of blood on his shirt. He didn't seem to mind, though. While he was unusually calm, he still wasn't unaffected by the situation.

Riding into the barn for perhaps the only time in his life, Conrad began calling his brother's name. After a short while, he found both Keenan and Tristan at his side, although Tristan was still watching the mare from his position on the opposite end of the aisle. Arrangements were made without complaint, that Keenan and Tristan were to bring the unconscious girl to the medic, while Conrad and Kholo called the vet. Speaking of, where was Kholo?

(don't mind my timehop I couldn't think of another way loooll)

Now dark outside and likely one of those ungodly hours between midnight and morning, Emily laid shaking on the floor of her dorm, tears spilling down her face like a flowing river. She couldn't escape certain thoughts in her head, and being on this depressive schedule of sleeping the day away and then staying up anxiously all night was no help.

She looked like a mess. Her hair was tangled from sleep, her eyes red from the tears. She had lost a lot of weight by skipping meals to the point where it was noticeable, which caused her skin to be a dull grayish tone as opposed to its normal lively hue. Most noticeable, though, were her eyes. They were no longer bright, lively, and captivated by whatever of whomever she was with. They were fearful, dull. Perhaps from staring at the ceiling for a solid twenty-four hours.

Wiping away the tears and attempting to compose herself, Emily slipped out of her dorm to be in the presence of the stars. She quietly snuck out of the dorm room and walked around until she found a place on the lawn that suited her, then laid in silence, once again tearing up.

-The young woman laid very silent on the medic bed as she quietly breathes through her nose, as if she was in some kind of trance of a deep sleep of some sort. She still bled from the left side of her head, she would grit her teeth every now and then from the pain that sent shock waves all through her body-

Prince | 16 | Retired Eventer | Gelding | Hanoverian | M: Barn peeps

-Prince snorts at one of the stable hands but he lets them put a halter of his on his head then they lead him towards the barn as the large giant limped, his once graceful gaits were now shabby from the fight with the cougar while protecting his unconscious rider. He snorted in pain as he continues to walk/limp- "Take it easy big guy" -the stable hand that was leading him said as they continued-

Mystery | 8 | Eventer | Mare | Brazilian Sport Horse | M: Barn peeps

-Mystery carefully rose back up on her hooves but she remained keeping her sprained hind leg off the ground. She limped over to her stall door to poke her head out to see a large gelding being lead to a stall next to her that belonged to him by a stable hand. She nickers to him as if meaning "Welcome home"-

Tristan | HJI | Heather, Keenan

Tristan sat in the waiting room of the small medic's station, eyes scanning the wall. Of all of the first day experiences he thought he'd have upon coming back to the farm, having two students have two completely separate and just as self-harming breakdowns on his watch was not exactly his plan, per se. Not to mention being stuck with Keenan for more than six hours, which made him want to harm himself too.

With his eyes glanced towards the ceiling as Keenan had finally shut up about being able to do a better, more qualified job than the medics, Tristan thought about Emily. He hadn't seen her all day, and day had quickly faded to night as the two men waited for Kholo and Conrad to return, then the remainder was spent waiting for the medics to finish caring for Heather. He wondered if she'd come out at all, or what she had been doing all day. Most importantly, if she was okay, because she had hardly seemed it.

(I don't want to be so cleche and be like 'Wow,Who is this in the gardens I happen to stumble across?A wild Emily OML' xD )

After meticulously untacking both Geldings,Tim had taken rediculous care in getting Magik back to Emily's standard of clean - The gelding seeming to take a soothing calmness from the usual routine.

With both now returned to their stable,Tim returned to his office,settling at the desk and Ruffling some paperwork.He was still fuming,Feeling the urge to go find someone to complain to,But not having the urgency to be bothered.