Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ / E | Erin, Noah

Cam strolled through the stables, his long hair ruffling in the light breeze. Although the weather was cool, he was dressed in a sky blue t-shirt with white symbols decorating the edges. His blonde hair was brushed to one side, causing a handsome effect. His ripped jeans showed off his muscle while he twiddled with a charm necklace.

Seeing two silhouettes in the parking lot, Cam raised his eyebrows. Who would be there at this time of day? Walking towards them, he made out a man's shape and...his irrepressible roommate. Trying to hide his frustration, he forced a becoming smile on his tanned face.

"G'day mates," Cam said, his Australian drawl covering any remaining feelings he may have for Noah. "Any idea when brekkie's served??" His handsome features filled with a smile, his eyebrows raised teasingly.

-Heather would be avoiding being social like usual as she leads her gelding pass them, entering the barn as she walks down the aisle towards the wash stalls then she puts the large gelding into one of the wash stalls before untacking the gentle giant as Prince stood calmly still-

-she grabs a hose before she starts hosing him down to cool him off. Once she was done, she grabbed a none scented shampoo then starts lathering him up a bit while giving him a few scratches when she found his itchy spots which causes his lips to twitch or he'll raise his top lip up to act like he was "smiling" which usually gets the women giggling a bit from his silliness then she starts hosing him down again-

- Lizzie came into the barn wearing tan breeches, a blue long sleeve undershirt and a black vest with her hair in a side braid. She walked down the isle until she saw Echo's stall "Hi girl." she said as the buckskin mare came to the stall to greet her. Lizzie got Echo's halter then brought her into the cross ties and started grooming her. When she went to grab her helmet and tack she passed the girl hosing her horse down "Hi I am Lizzie." she said with a smile eager to meet people and make new friends.

Wyatt jumped the arena fence, keeping a watchful eye on Conrad and Zander, who were working with one of Wyatt's new fillies in a nearby roundpen. He watched Savannah ride, inspecting her equitation. Not that he had any place, since he didnt know the least about English riding.

As she rode over to him, he said genuinely, "good riding, kid. He looks really good today. Can I let you in on a little secret? I need some advice."

At her acceptance, he leaned closer to her and Avatar, mentioning, "I want to buy Zander a horse for Christmas, and I need some help picking one. If you want to go for a trail ride later, we can talk more about it. Y'know, if you'd want to be involved? I know he's not the peachiest dude, but I could use the help."

Savannah Storm | 17 | Eventer | Wyatt

Savannah pulled up Avatar as she saw Wyatt's familiar figure standing at the edge of the track. Slowing him to a walk, her face was filled with a bemused smile.

Hearing his compliment, her already rosy cheeks blushed to a deeper shade of red. Smiling self-consciously, she held in her happiness of seeing this dependable, counselor type man. Avatar puffed out silver clouds of steam, his sides rising from the speed he had been going.

Patting his neck, Savannah looked down at Wyatt, her eyes thoughtful. "'Kay," she replied, no specific emotion showing. "Does he ride?" This question was more for clarification than knowledge. "He didn't seem like..." She trailed off, not wanting to be rude.

Wyatt | Rodeo | Sav

Wyatt scratched the back of his head, his cowboy hat riding his forehead further when he pushed it up. "Not exactly, but I want to get him into it. Since you and Noah ride, I figure it'll push him closer to you two. I want him to come out of his shell, y'know? Has he even said two words to you?"

Decidedly, they were hashing it out in the present, so he decided to add, "which bring up , should I get him something we can help him re-train or do I get him a made school horse type?"

Savannah shrugged nonchalantly at Wyatt's first question. "'Dunno. Don't really keep count." She raised her hand to her forehead to provide some screen from the warming sun. Squinting, she looked at Wyatt. "I'd say a harder one. He seems like that sort of guy." Secretly, she knew that a school horse was valuable for a beginner rider, but he might stop because of that.

She searched for the right words to describe her feelings. Cocking her head slightly, she fingered the reins in frustration. "He might like..." She searched for words. When none where forthcoming, she twisted her face into a scowl momentarily, until the syllables found their way to her mouth.

"He needs a challenge. When you first ride, and you're like him, you'll give it up immediately because it's too...too safe. You want danger. You want fear. A wilder horse will be better." She stopped suddenly, recalling her own experience with Avatar. An auction. Full of thin, weary-eyed horses with too many ribs and too little hope. Abattoir buyers with long coats. Dad.

Tears filling her eyes at the fond memory, she stared at Avatar's neck to hide her feelings.

Noah | HJ/E | Cam, Erin

Noah gave a bright, enthusiastic smile as the man introduced himself. Though Noah was 16, he only looked /maybe/ 14, and that was pushing it. His frame was bony, although his facial structure gave him a 'pretty boy' look about him. In terms of actual intelligence and maturity, he could be aged at about nine.

As Cam spoke, Noah shot him a sideways glance, then began bursting out laughing at his homeland's slang. Although Noah had grown up partially in New Zealand, it seemed he'd become Americanized rather quickly in the last months.

"Hah, brekkie..." He fit in between bursts of laughter, hardly respectful of the trainer. As he instantaneously regained his composure, he neutrally explained, "he is Erin, and he wants to be our friend. Right, Erin? Right. Now c'mon, I'll show you around...also, why were you looking at us funny?"