Georgia Ortega | 19 | F | Coral | M: Open

Georgia had always gotten travel sick. When she was little, she would refuse to get in the car even for a short drive down to she shops. She had tried all the travel medication in the world, though every time she set foot in a vehical of any sort she would fall deathly pale, as though she would pass out, or simply spew at any given moment.

This journey though, this one was different. It had possibly been the longest trip she had ever taken. Well over 20 hours, if you include the time she had on a plane, in a taxi and now finally in the drivers seat of a compact lorry. Strangely though, she didn't feel at all queezy. She looked pale, but this trip meant a completely new start. A new yard, country, horse box, same horse of course, but wasn't England, which meant she was as far from her brother as she could possibly get.

Of course, she did feel sympathy for her horse. She had spent well over two months in the US, in a vetenary yard, without her owner after being flown from the UK. Now, she had yet another change of yard, but Georgia hoped this would be more... Perminant.

It had a good reputation, clear turnout, high class arenas and a cross country course. The stables were a plus. The yard owner seemed nice aswell. She had been assured in corespondents that everyone would be friendly, which was good, but Georgie wasn't here to make friends, and she would very quickly make it known. She already had a realitively big name in the eventing world, and the last thing she needed was meaningless contacts.

Before traveling to the US, her parents surprised her with a made-to-order eventers compact lorry. She had dared not ask how much they had payed for it, but she was the delighted with it. Dark blue in colour, with a silver backend. There was space for two horses, and had a small living area with a fold out bed. The controls were pretty high-tech, with a camera in the back so you could see your horse, and controls so you could move it around. There were all sorts of buttons on the front pannel, ones that she'd dare not touch in fear of damaging the glorious box.

They were less than 10 minuets away when they turned down onto a back road, filled with pot holes and stones. She felt Coral stumble in the back as the box moseyed along, causing Georgia to wince as she looked at the camera. "Hold on Mrs C, we're almost there." She breathed quietly before the satnav naisily told her to turn right.

Slowly, the yard had come into view. There was already two trailers parked up, and Georgia was trying to find a place to park the oakly. Turning around would cause her issues, so she settled for a space farthest away from the stables, leaving her with an easy exit.

Anxiously, the young girl stared out the window for a few moments, before Corals inpatientness brought her back. The box rattled as she let out a squeely whinny. Only making Georgia move faster.

Georgia slammed the door behind her as she clambered out of the lorry, making her way to the side of the box before taking a shallow breath and opening the door. She recived a dragon like snort from the mare, who was dancing behind the partition. "Thats right, we're here!" The girl grinned before undoing the partition clip and unclipping the mares travel bungee before attaching her lead. Georgia steadily walked off the ramp, hopping slighly off the end, Coral just behind her, snorting fiercely. "Coral, honey," Georgia paused, lifting up the huge ramp, "You sound like a dinosour." The girl wasn't wrong. If you heard the sound that was coming from Coral in the woods or at night, you would most likely run the other way, and she couldn't blame you. She huffed as she put the pins back in the ramp before walking the mare in large circles, awaiting for the yard owner to point her in the direction of the stables.

Heather Storm | 22 | Eventer | Bronze Buckaroo "Eclipse" & The Lovely Marisol "Etria" | M: Open

A black pick up truck would be going down the road, hauling a silvery grey two horse trailer with a built in tackroom on the right side of the trailer. Heather would be listening to music on the radio while gently tapping her index finger on the steering wheel. The young woman let out a nervous sigh, already she could feel her anxiety trying to act up but the young woman would try to keep herself calm by doing a few deep breath sessions. The brunette gently pushed her glasses up since they've slid down a little, she would see the stables come into view. She'd turn her turn signal on before slowly her truck down a bit then carefully turns into the driveway as she was now looking for a place to park, catching a few glances of riders already out on their horses.

Once Heather parked her vehicle in a parking spot, she turned her car key as the young woman turned the engine off after putting the truck into park. She leaned back against her driver seat, still feeling a bit nervous while feeling a bit homesick since she wasn't in Florida anymore. "Ok, ok it's fine...everything is gonna be fine. It's just a facility where you board your horses to ride and train for competitions. Besides, what could possibly go wrong..a lot of things actually." Heather softly said to herself, basically talking to herself inside her own vehicle with some of her southern accent coming out a bit.

After a few minutes of the brunette had finally calmed her nerves down, she opened her driver side door before stepping out of her vehicle, shutting the truck door. She makes her way to the back of the trailer as the brunette could already hear her stud fussing from inside the trailer, wanting to be let out already after the long drive here.

Heather would be wearing a medium blue tank top with a print of both a chestnut horse and a white horse with a black mane running with each other on the front, faded dark blue shorts with black and white sneakers. She would have her hair in a ponytail to just keep her hair out of her face so it doesn't get in the way. The young woman walked around to the other side of the trailer as her stallion continued to fuss inside the trailer as she was getting her tackroom door open to grab a lead since she left their halters on both of her horses.

Heather grabbed Eclipse's black lead rope before remaking her way back to the back of the trailer. "Alright, alright I'm coming. Geez, don't get your hooves all in a twist." The woman softly grumbled to herself, opening up the trailer door before setting it down to become a ramp then steps inside to grab her stallion first while her mare has been very much quiet this whole trip here. She stayed on the left side of Eclipse as he had finally settled down a bit, clipping on his lead to his black halter that has silver buckles then she carefully backs him out until he's completely out of the trailer.

The stallion stood quite tall next to his rider as he held his head high with perked ears before a loud bellowed neigh sounds out of him, already thinking that he owns the place while he's intrigued by the new sighs and smells. Heather would feel a bit embarrassed by the stallion's behavior as she covers her face a bit with her left hand while holding the lead firmly in her right hand, the young woman moves her said right hand away from her face before she gets her equine to move his feet by walking him in a circle to hopefully calm the stud down some more which Eclipse decided to prance a bit to be a little show off.

The young woman slowed the stallion back down to a halt, he was now somewhat easier to manage now as Eclipse shook himself a bit which the brunette carefully refixed his black rug while his black shipping boots stayed perfectly on his legs then she lead the stallion to the right side of the trailer before hitching him to the trailer. She goes back into the trailer, coming back out with Eclipse's half empty haynet before tying it to the right side of the trailer for the stud to snack on to keep him distracted.

Heather went back inside the little tackroom, grabbing a pale lilac purple lead rope then she makes her way back over to the back of the trailer to get her mare out of the trailer. The young woman would notice her dapple grey mare was looking back at her with perked ears as she approached the equine on the left side. "Hey, pretty girl." She'd softly said to the equine while clipping her lead to her matching colored halter that also has silver buckles on it. Heather carefully backs her mare out until she's completely out of the trailer. Etria's rug and shipping boots would also match, the woman started walking her mare around in a circle to help stretch her legs for a bit since it was a long drive for both of the equines while the Dapple Grey would be quite interested in the new sights and smells of their new surroundings.