Tristan | HJI | Heather

Tristan raised an eyebrow when Heather gave him the same look the doc had. He wanted to ask about it, not amused by the hidden jest, but when she began panicking once more he became firm once more. "He's at the barn, safe. Mystery too. How much do you remember?" He hadn't heard of her condition, not if she had brain damage.

(Oh xD oopies xD)

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: Tristan

"All I remember was when I was looking for Prince with Mystery, taking her off trail then she spooked when we both encountered a cougar and I got thrown off, that's about it" -Heather said as the smile fades away from her lips and looks down at her lap- "I'm sorry for making you all worry, I was just so determind about getting my best friend back.." -she said this as a tear ran down her cheek-

Tim had given a little chuckle at the gelding,Giving a gentle coo as he gestured at his pocket.

"I dont think so trouble - What have you been up to hmm?"

He asks in thought,Before his eyes flick back toward Magik's stall.Was she speaking - To him or herself?Wandering back he stood beside the door with his back against the wood and facing out into the aisle.

"Hmm?- Sorry I didn't hear all of that.."

He returns quietly in a soft tone ,clearing his throat before getting his phone out.Whilst skimming through messages he had kept an ear out for a reply,Eyes Intent on the screen.

-Prince snorts as he hasn't put his right front leg down as blood ran down his leg which he was badly covered in bites and claw mark wounds from the cougar as he had put his life on the line to protect his partner. He looked over at the mare (Mystery) next door to him as they started to playful squeal at each other like a couple of youngsters as Mystery was in better shape than he was-

Emily | Eventing | Prince, Tim, the whole gang

Emily heard what sounded like Tim's voice again. "I'm going absolutely mental," she muttered to herself, glancing up. And now, here was Prince, standing in the aisle with Tim? Yeah right.

Not knowing whether to laugh at herself or cry more, Emily sniffled a little, escaping the warm hug of her favorite equine. She felt even more emotionally drained than the had prior, and she felt stupid now, coming to her senses and noticing that she was hallucinating that both Tim and Prince were in the middle of the barn aisle at somewhere between one and five in the morning.

Wiping the corners of her eyes, which were still lacking spirit, Emily shut the door of the stall behind her, looking Tim and Prince over once more. "You're not real, none of this is real." She muttered it to herself for a false confidence, yet it was of a volume which could be heard. After gazing at Tim for longer than she would if she were convinced it was truly him before her, she narrowed her eyes, a hesitant glint behind them, then reached her arm out and touched Tim's shoulder, jumping back and crashing into a set of hay bales as she actually felt his muscles clench at her touch.

"...oh my...oh my God, I uh...hi..." Her tone, although definitely more than tired, more than sad, and more than raspy from a lack of use, held a certain nervous energy. Her voice tried to hide what her physical appearance couldn't. "I have..so many questions..." Glancing at Prince, her eyes widened. "That...that is a horse beside you. You can see him too, right? But... he's dead?!" Emily leaned against the wall of hay, her head in her hands, groaning with frustration. "Tim, I'm losing my freaking mind." Then, the tears began again, but not in the same magnitude as she had once been. In the place of earth-racking sobs were silent tears and soft sniffles. She was beyond the point of trying to put on a facade for him, for they were past that point. Yet, she didn't want him to see her like this. At all.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this. I--I'm sure you think of me as strong, and independent, and happy, and whatever. I...hate this side of me." As she sunk to the floor of the barn, her eyes lifted up to meet his in the most heart-tormentingly pained expression, as if her eyes could only capture a fragment of the excruciating emotion she was feeling. As if she was, in her own way, trusting him enough to see her for how she was truly feeling in the moment--helpless and vulnerable, like a child without a mother. Which, at the end of the day, was what she was, wasn't it?

(This was fun to write loooll. Don't mind spelling/word choice errors I'm exhausted haha, this is what three hours of sleep does to someone :D)

-Prince lowered his head and gently nuzzled Emily's cheek to comfort her. He was bad shape ever since he got kiddnapped + swapped with another horse that looked exactly like him but the horse was painted to look just like him but it wasn't him that passed away. The security cameras would have captured the whole thing of what had happened, he was badly injured & wounded from the cougar attack but he wanted to protect his owner from the predator like a lead stallion fighting off a predator to protect a foal. He was also badly thin since the man that kidnapped him almost starved the gentle giant to death-

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Emily,Prince.

He had stood in the same way,flicking through his phone.Although it was a way to try and get whoever this was to relax,putting his attention elsewhere.And it seemed to work- Of sorts.The voice was speaking quietly, familiar yet different.So different.

He physically recoiled at her touch,Both the poke and her reaction shocking him.But it was what his eyes later on next that scared him most.

"Emily..?"

He questions,Not able to stop his expression from showing how he was feeling toward her physical appearance.Tims eyes were wider than they'd ever been as they ran over her.To the point he hardly recognised her at all.

"Yeah..I see him too.Although I dont quite..- I'm sure he died.."

He stopped with a scratch of his head,Running a hand through his hair in a stressed manor.

"You - .. Erm you look."

He pauses again,wincing at himself before shaking a head at her and kneeling down infront of her.

"Please don't apologise - Do you want me to get Tristan?Kholo?Someone who can help or something?- Are you hungry?Surely it was a long journey to get back?"

He was babbling on now,Mostly because he was scared.Tim didn't think hed ever see Emily like this - She was so bubbly usually.His eyes,However panicked they were didn't leave her.

Emily | Eventing | Tim, gang

Sighing softly, Emily trained her eyes on a tack trunk across the way, not really daring to meet the gaze which she felt burning into her. She thought it was funny how he mentioned Tristan, for he was probably the only one with enough of what seemed like experience to help the girl cope.

"I-I...no. Tim, it's the middle of the night." The small bit of sensibility that this offered her gave her the opportunity to stop the tears again. She stretched back against the wall, her eyes taking in every intricacy of the wooden designs. She wondered whose it was--it was of high quality.

"I...couldn't really tell you what I want right now. I just...I don't know." With a saddened voice sounding just like her eyes had looked, she whispered, "I'm scared."

Eyes still stuck to her,Trying to make sense of what Emily had deteriated to,Tim was lost for words to say the least.He could feel panic clashing with the urge to be calm,a war ground in his head of what to do.

"Well..Midnight snacks aren't a bad thing hmm?Be like a stake out from when you were younger maybe?"

He offered with a weak smile,Before seeing that his efforts were going to have no avail.At this point he decided there was no point beating around the Bush as he settled against the wall beside her.His eyes fixated across the hallway on Boomers confused expression,his own dark and troubled,

"I take it - Germany wasnt all that great..?"

He spoke on the edge of a whisper,biting his lip anxiously.Tim didn't really know if it was the right thing to ask ; But speaking had always helped him -Even if it was to himself in the mirror in fits of tears.

Emily | Eventing | Tim, Prince

Emily's eyes swapped from the trunk back to the dark gelding, not entirely in belief that he was there. Hadn't she seen him dead only a few weeks prior? More focused on Prince than Tim, who only seemed to be suggesting things that would fix the problem, something she wasn't quite emotionally stable enough yet to do, she let her eyes scan over the gelding. Every scar, every ripple of ribcage, she felt like he looked. She probably looked a bit like him too, but not to that extent.

When Tim mentioned Germany, she let her attention snap back to him like she had flipped a switch. It was instantaneous, rigid. With little thought held to it, she felt her body become less tense, half-consciously letting herself lean towards him until their shoulders were almost touching. It hadn't been a far gap before, so it was hardly something she'd noticed she had done. Besides, she was far more concerned about how she was going to explain any of this to someone who had only had a bit of an insight into how crazy her family truly was--and had hightailed it out of there as soon as he'd arrived.

"I--I don't even know how to tell you any of this. I can't even fathom it myself," Emily replied softly, with as much caution as a voice could carry. "I--I watched my father kill himself." She paused, slowly tracing over every word she'd just spoken, as if she were telling a fairytale and trying to find the validity. She wiped away a few more tears, scanning the floor. Then the anger hit. "You know what the last thing he said to me was? He never truly loved Riley's mother, he just wanted to see me unhappy." She didn't know how she wanted Tim to respond, if she even did at all. Where did she go from here? Did she circle back around to the other parts, which were weighing on her less but still there?