Savannah rolled her eyes irritably as Noah began speaking. "How about no?" she said, eyes flashing. If this idiot didn't watch out, he'd end up with a black eye by the end of this conversation. She focused on untangling Avatar's mane in a failed attempt to calm her fury.

Noah | HJ/E | Sav

Noah shrugged, seemingly unfazed by her attitude. To him, it was no different than Tim's outburst yesterday: unnecessary and unprompted. "Why not? Are you one of those crazy horse girls or something? Don't need anyone but your horse?" Glancing up at the handsome gray (?), Noah mentioned, "he's cute, by the way. What's his name?"

(yep. gosh, that boy is unstoppable!)

"Avatar," she said briefly, not glancing up at Noah. "And he isn't 'cute'. Just to let you know." The last sentence was uttered more like a threat than a comment. She clenched her jaw, trying not to punch him. She could wipe his smug grin off his face in a moment. Oh, way too easily.

Noah | HJ/E | Sav

Noah gave a small grin, looking up at the gelding. "What is he, then?" He then glanced to his right, checking on his large bay mare, before continuing. His ramblings were mindless, whatever came to mind. "You know, you seem aggressive. Is everything okay?"

"It was until you arrived!" she shot back, her green eyes full of hatred. "And he's a Thoroughbred cross, at least that's what they said. He's a rescue" She stopped, realizing she done her type of ramble. And in front of this dude! She nibbled her lip a little, unsure f how he would react.

Noah | HJ/E | Sav

Seemingly unfazed in anyway, as was usual for the generally absentminded boy, Noah nodded. "You can see it in his face. My parents raise sport horses, but they also have some racehorses. The mare they allowed me to have is one of our broodmare Thoroughbreds that help keep the lines fast and with more endurance." His passive language held a small hint of the rigid hostility his parents had to offer him, yet his tone was so cordial his word choice hardly seemed relevant. Then, as if he had to explain himself more, he said, "they own Cooley Acres. I'm sure you've heard of it."

It was surprisingly not said in a flaunty manner, just in a casual, fact-stating expression. His brother was the number one eventer in the world for the last four or five years, and the top ten or more were all aboard the Cooley mounts. It was simple fact that people knew the name, even non-eventers.

"So...what discipline do you ride?"

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Open.

After spending the whole morning routine flitting around in a joyful daze,The blonde had taken meticulous care in cleaning and racking his bay up in gear.With a boyish smile he mounted,Boomer giving a slightly excitable snort - Not too much though or the veteran may simply explode with 'joyous' energy.

Tim stiffled a laugh,using light contact - If that - To guide Boomer out toward the dirt track.He was in a delightful mood,having actually had some rest, so understandably wanted the rush of wind through his hair,A little hint of freedom.

"And where better than the Cross Country Course?"

He mused quietly to himself,Eyes bright with excitement.

It had been such a while since he'd rode a proper course - Probably near on 6 months he pondered as Boomer ploded methodically down the path<span style="font-size: 15px;">.Would be far less if he hadn't have pulled out of his last event - Last event it was indeed.Tim couldn't bear it after so much turmoil in his life..But his head couldn't admit it.Not yet - Not ever it seemed.

Emily | Eventing | Open

Emily, after a legitimate few hours of breaking down which resulted in an exhausted fit of sleep after she had been depriving herself for so long, decided to find her way down to the barn, not exactly looking for anyone, especially not Tim after the events of last night. He always seemed to find her at her worst, and it was possibly the most humiliating experience of her life. Forever she had been the strongest, most capable, talented, hard-working, most joyful rider on whatever team she had been scouted for, a favorite by every trainer. And now what? Just because she had an opportunity to ride under someone her own age, she couldn't handle it?

Awkwardly, Emily felt herself walk into what felt like a brick wall. Squeaking as only she could in pure shock, she stepped back, coming to the realization that it was pure muscle, not concrete. A blonde-haired gym buff shot her a charming smile, which she returned. "It's hard to watch where you're walking, huh? That's why I prefer segways."

Giving a soft, melodic laugh, Emily's tan eyes gazed up intently at the very tall, very muscular man. "Are you new here? I'm Emily."

Shrugging, Keenan shook his head, gesturing towards a large gray horse of Andalusian blood, which was in the wash stall, tack beside him on a rack. "My friends call me Special K, and you can consider yourself one." With a flirtatious wink, he added, "I'm not new here, but I'm new to getting to know you. Are you doing anything? Do you wanna trailride?"

With a light-hearted shrug, Emily nodded in acceptance, trying to brush off her anxiety and sadness at the sight of a new face. He wasn't terrible looking, either, and friendly enough for her to feel comfortable around. "How could I resist?"

After tacking their mounts up, the pair rode off into the forest, which appeared to be a completely different world than the green, open fields which surrounded the property. Conversing lightly, the pair were still deep in the forest far after sundown, simply paying to mind to the time as they fell deeper and deeper into the forest.

Around nine or ten in the evening, Conrad strolled down to the barn to check on Roxy and to try and find his brother. It was unusual for someone so annoying to have such a quiet day, much like a toddler. Glancing around the serene, empty block of stalls, Conrad didn't hear anything but the crickets and the frogs, causing his concern to grow further? Where could Keenan be?

-Heather would be trying to take care of her horses by herself, fracture or not, she wasn't going to let it stop her as she was carefully trying to pick up two filled up haynets that has fresh hay for both of her horses then she starts going down the aisle, using her crutch with her good arm to help her walk so she doesn't put to much pressure on her left cast leg. She gets into Prince's stall first, trying her hardest to hang it up before going into Mystery's stall to do the same thing but deep down, she still blamed herself for letting her horses get hurt, Mystery with a sprained back right leg and Prince who was very thin with his injuries from the fight with the cougar-

"Eventing," she said in a crisp, dismissive manner. "And actually, I haven't heard of the Cooleys. Care to enlighten me?" She began untangling Avatar's tail, touching his rump to let him know she was there. Avatar swished his tail, chasing away the flies.