"Lilith, please go ask Dylan if he's going on the meadow ride." The barn instructor, Mr. Matthews, asked.

"Of course. Dylan is the one outside, right?" She responded.

"Yes." Mr. Matthews answered.

Lilith walked outside, and went to the fence. "Um, Dylan, Mr. Matthews wants to know if you're going on our trail ride." Lilith stated.

"Um, I think it's in an hour, maybe sooner?" She responded, sheepishly. "I have to double check, but I think it's in forty minutes, to an hour from now."

"Mkay, I will let Mr. Matthews--" She started.

"I hate to interrupt, but we're down a horse. Mikaela's horse, Josephine, shattered her femur." Mr. Matthews interrupted.

"I told Mikaela not to ride Josephine for that reason. All she does is push that poor mare, and she barely takes care of her." Lilith scoffed. "Did Mikaela go with her, at least?"

"No." He responded.

"Typical Mikaela." Lilith muttered.

"Lilith--" Mr. Matthews began.

"No, not happening. I pay to board my horses here, not for them to have constant vet trips. I let her ride my Friesian stallion, to be nice, and she had him shatter his leg, because she kept pushing him, and pushing him. It cost me ten grand just for everything total. So, unless she pays me, for everything, she's not touching my horses." Lilith stated.

"I told Mikaela to not use whips, crops, spurs, nothing harmful on my horses. Well, she used spurs on my Friesian, then used a whip." She added. "So pardon me if I'm distrustful of her."

(Aw, you're welcome! You're my friend, so you deserve an item every so often.)