Giving Tristan a puzzled look,His eyes flick between Conrad and his mount as he tried to focus on tacking up.He had to admit Conrad's composure was starting to reflect onto Tim - The young man seemed genuinely scared..

With a slightly conflicted sigh,Tim hesitated and glances between his watch and the floor with a brush through his hair.

"Yeah - I suppose.If we keep up the pace,We might get back just in time for Kholo's Instructing.."

With a calm glance he hastily pulls his hat on,Quickly re-checking all the straps before swinging into the saddle.

Whilst waiting for Conrad to mount,He gets his phone out again,rubbing his thumb down the side anxiously a little frozen in stature.Tim then hesitantly types,Sending Emily the message before staring at the screen a little in anticipation.She Was going to reply right?

"Of course she is.."

He hisses under his breath at himself,Before putting his phone back away and turning to glance at Conrad,

"Ready to go - All search party style?"

Tim speaks lightly,Trying to mask how worried his aquantance was beginning to make him.

(I'm a little curious lol x3 )

Conrad stepped onto the tack trunk Emily had been staring at the day prior to ensure a safer mount onto his unfazed Quarter Horse. He wasn't wearing a helmet, he rarely did. His gelding was too safe to require one.

"Be safe out there. You both know how to get me if you need backup." Tristan gave a small smile before exiting behind the two men, headed towards the empty arena adjacent the one the dressage lesson would be held in. He noticed Heather, and called over to her. "Hey, didn't the doctor tell you to rest? I'm not exactly sure how you even got onto your horse with a broken leg..."

Meanwhile, Conrad's eyes scanned the horizon as he rode Roxy in an even walking pace towards the back fields. "So, what's your riding background?" His voice was calm and composed, but his eyes still held concern.

"My leg is not broken, it's just fractured and um I used my other leg to get on" -Heather said then continued- "I don't want to rest, I can't miss these lessons"

(I'm just gonna give her a fractured leg, her arm would be fine so pretend that her arm hasn't been fractured or anything from the fall xD)

Tristan shrugged and replied, "suit yourself, but I'm not taking you back to the hospital..."

Why should he convince her otherwise if she had her mind made up? She didn't ask for his opinion. And, by the way, wasn't a fractured leg still broken?

("You know how to reach me for back up",So dramatic LOL!I love this Roleplay I swear XD)

Tim had followed suit, eyes following Conrad's gaze up ahead.It would have been a beautiful setting to ride into in less stressful circumstances.He was taken aback a little by Conrad speaking,his attention having been solely scouring the pastures around them for any sign of Magik.

"Well..I grew up on a stud farm back at Home in England..Started eventing.And - I guess me and Boomer just kind of had a little competitive streak."

He spoke a little wistfully,being more than modest.Their 'competitive streak' had taken them all over Europe,Competing in top events against the best of the best.Tim's eyes had shone a little at the mention of Eventing Boomer - Before they soon returned to gloom as he spoke in a monotone voice,

"But then I quit..So I'm trying this instead.."

He sat in silence for a moment,Eyes looking anywhere but toward his companion as he recollected himself.Tim could see no sign of them - Perhaps

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"God,I've got to ride with you more often.Ive never seen my grey so calm!"

He gave a puzzled look toward his mount,Feeling Loon just plod along beneath him.Tim felt a rush of relief followed by a usual tinge of irritation.Why couldn't the gelding be like this all the time?

"Anyways.Your background?"

-Heather sighed, she knew that Tristan was right and she hated it, she carefully dismounts her lesson horse and leads the stallion back to the barn, thinking that it's probably best that she should probably miss her lessons in order to rest. After putting Khan back into his stall when she got done untacking him, she heads out of the barn but she stops to visit both Prince & Mystery to see how their doing, she would be using both of her crutches this time-

Conrad turned his gelding off onto the entrance to the trails after a short while. "I don't blame you, sometimes you just need a little break from things you're passionate about. And me? My father is Cooper Kellison, he's like this big horsemanship guru. Me and Keenan and our sister grew up on a farm on BLM land. We were homeschooled in the middle of the wilderness and didn't actually realize other children existed until college. We all trained a ton of mustangs when the herds got too large to maintain on the resources, but Keenan never took to it, he always thought it was boring. Callie got kicked when she was young and it made her never want anything to do with horses. I took after my father and ended up learning how to breed quality quarter horses too, so I host three-part clinics here and there." He too was being modest, as he too was a nationally acclaimed clinician and breeding expert. "But I'm not sure taking after my father is any good, Keenan is almost graduated from med school and Callie is a nurse at one of the largest hospitals in the midwest. I think maybe it would've been better if I were smart enough to be a lawyer or something..."

With a nostalgic smile, he thought about his dad. He had passed several years back, and they hadn't had contact with their mom until she was diagnosed with cancer last year. "So, Emily is your student, yeah? Do you know anything about her? Is this a normal thing you'd expect?"

He'd listened quietly,Genuinely intrigued by his past.Tim gave a look of an impressed nature as he spoke about the mustangs,But it was already with that on his features when he revealed his father's name.

"You're Cooper's son?.."

Giving a warm look,He began to realise the more he looked at Conrad's features,The more that fact became obvious.

"We used to copy alot of your dad's work in the stud - Especially with our difficult customers."

A joyful smile crossed his lips,many memories coming to mind at the thought.

"And besides - Who wants to be smart anyways?Horses tend to do all the thinking for us."

His expression hardly changed at the mention of Emily - Until he asked if this was normal.His features hardened a little,Eyes falling to follow each individual strand of his grey's whispy mane.

"Yes.I wouldn't expect her to do - Well..Shes Kinda of - struggling? - at the moment.."

He pauses to run a troubled hand through his hair,

"But no, She wouldn't do something stupid..I just know she wouldn't."

Tim spoke firmly with certainty as he scoured his side of the trial for any sign of anything.Within a few moments he had tapped Looney into a brisk trot,Glancing back to Conrad,

"Look - Hoofprints.."

He spoke with a lightly excitable tone,gesturing to what seemed to be two sets of tracks.

"I know they're not exactly rare around here..But the strides look similar to what id expect Magic to move at.."

Tim gave a questioning look - pointed at himself - Perhaps he was just overthinking..

Conrad | WI | Tim

Conrad gave a small nod in acknowledgement of their use of his dad's work. "I'm glad to hear that. I can't say I ever knew my dad as more than somewhat of a business partner since his life was more centered around the horses than us, but he sure did love his work. We still have the house, but nobody has really been down to visit since the old man died a few years back. Every now and again I'll get a call from the BLM to go get a handful, but as of late I've just been referring them to some of my dad's old friends. I can't do as much as he could for the real wild horses, my mom passed down a muscle condition to me and Callie that calls for limited athletic activity, and if I were to suffer any kind of fall, it wouldn't be in anyone's best interests..."

Only a short while later, Tim had pulled ahead with his much faster-paced gelding. In order to keep up, Conrad cued Roxy into a lope, trailing behind in an even speed, the gelding hardly minding. When his companion took notice of the hoofprints, he nodded wistfully. "Good work, you must know her mounts pretty well then." He called Tim to wait up before slowing his obedient mount to a halt, dismounting temporarily and kneeling over the other set of tracks. After a moment of mumbling to himself, he got back up, swinging one foot into the saddle and awkwardly mounting. "If Keenan took his project horse, this does check out. Both sets of hoofprints match the weight and size of the two geldings."

Only a little while later, they came to a clearing, which Conrad identified as the place where Heather had been when he and Kholo had found her. As he rode Roxy up the open meadow just a bit, he found a large creek. Beside it was what appeared to be the remains of a small campfire, along with a crisp white riding shirt that he recognized as Keenan's. Grumbling something incoherently, Conrad rolled his eyes and dismounted, picking up the shirt and ensuring the campfire was no longer giving off any heat. "Of course it's just like my brother to ditch his shirt first..." He glanced behind to Tim. "No blood though, nothing concerning to me. And this was definitely them, which means they're out here somewhere..."

Glancing up to the parameters of the horizon, Conrad gestured back to Tim. "Back towards the barn, deeper into the forest, or towards the foothills?"