Melissa smiled and said "good morning" she said and looked around. She loved her own horse, she has no friends because she has had a difficult upbringing. Diana looked up and looked at the person who had come but gave them a friendly look.

Annilyn Carter | Age 16| Fancy

"Um..." Annilyn said. "You can call me Anna. I know Annilyn is a strange name." She said. Annilyn had very few friends. "Would you like to be friends while we are here?" She asked. She looked at her horse, Fancy. She was rubbing noses with Melissa's horse. "Your horse is pretty. What's her name? My horse's name is Miss Fancy Pants, aka Fancy, because of her chimera."

When Melissa thinks about it, she said, "Yes, I would love to and this is Diana Rose, but she's called Diana. She's a real, well, what can you say, Queen. She has her own opinions about how she wants to be treated." She said.

"My horse is like that." Annilyn said. "She's got a mind of her own!"

Rosalie|18|Golden Sands

Rosalie turned and saw another girl coming. "Hello." She greeted the girl, who looked about her age. "I'm Rosalie. My horse is Golden Sands. What's your horse's name?"

Jessica Dakota Foster

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Jess turned her head to spot the girl, she had sharp blue eyes and lengthy brown hair.

The horse beside her was a sandy palomino, most defintly a western horse if she'd ever seen one.

She pulled Rose to a halt, who immedietly started fidgeting with her bit impatiently.

"Jess, this is Rose." She responded, tone clipped and and posture stiff.

The girl – Rosalie, radiated energy and excitement.

The exact thing Jess did not need right now.

Rose shifted under her, arching her neck and trying to turn.

Jess gave her a sharp whistle, a firm no, and tightened her reins.

"Look, i need to get to a lesson." Jess muttered to the girl and gave Rose a tap to walk on.

The tone of the other girl who was apparently not very nice made Melissa take a step back towards Diana's box. She disliked loud conversations and tones. It reminded her so much of her own childhood. She flinched when she thought about it.

A few hours later, once Dal had gotton all unpacked in her dorm and had waited to meet her roommate, Celina, she learned her name was, she headed back out to barn 1 to tack Pops up so she didn't get bored and destory something.

Once Dallas got out there, she went straight to the mustangs stall. She figured she'd just tack the mare up in her usual tack (roping saddle, splitear headstall with silver, a spade bit, ect), just to make sure the mare wasn't going to freak when she tried her in a snaffle for the first time since the mare had been finished last year. Dal made sure to put the mares halter on and tie her in her stall (Because Pops had always found a way out of crossties,), before grabbing some of the brushes she brought with her to make sure no little things of dirt or shavings would prick the mare.

Once she had Pops all groomed, she grabbed her felt saddle pad and then a thick saddle blanket. She threw the pad onto the mares back, sliding it up her neck once or twice just to make sure all the fur was laying flat before throwing the blanket onto the pad. After that came her saddle, of course, and she swung it up. She tightened the cinch just enough that the saddle wouldn't fall off while she was walking her out to the arena, then her back-cinch, and her breastcollar. She already had the mares bridle resting on the horn, but she decided to put some splint boots and bell boots on the mares front legs just incase the footing in the arena was weird. After she took of Pop's halter and slipped the bit into her mouth, then the slit in her headstall over her ear.

After that was all done, she walked the mare out of the barn and towards one of the arenas, which she realized had some girls in it. She shrugged, and continued walking Pops towards the arena. The mare would be fine, she'd been in arenas with dozens of other horses. A few others wouldn't bother her. Once over to the arena, Dal made sure to mount outside of the arena, since she'd never liked getting on in the arena. Besides, she could sidepass Pops over to the gate and open it on the mare, which the mustang quite enjoyed doing back in Oregon, and it wouldn't be any different here.

Once she did that and was actually in the arena, Pops pricked her ears towards the horses already in the arena and let out a low nicker. Dal brought the mares attention back to herself by shifting her hands just a tad on the reins. Perks of having a fully broke spade horse. The mare could spin with the touch of a finger on the reins or with a boot on the shoulder. Of course, Dallas wouldn't do that. She was just riding the mare to get some of her energy out before feeding her.

"Okay, ck ck come on, Smokey..." Celina sighed deeply as her speedy stallion started to canter, jumping over a 65cm bar before slowing to a trot, patting her horse as a well done treat.