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Tristan | Hunter/Eq Instructor | Oskar
Tristan glanced over the large indoor arena and shrugged. "Honestly? No clue. But we're both pretty smart individuals, I assume it won't be too hard to find."
Tristan pointed towards another entrance. "So, what brought you here?"
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Emily | Eventing | Open
Emily watched the horses as their breathing slowed to normal, then brought them back out and into the barn. Just like before, they both followed completely obediently and happily, barely needing to be led. She led them into the grooming stalls and untacked, putting her tack aside to be thoroughly cleaned later.
Then, she began her extreme cleaning regiment on the horses once more, both bathing and grooming them. It took about an hour between the two horses, but they both stood like angels.
Once they were done and of their utmost pristine condition once more, Emily went and cleaned their already clean stalls, dumped and refilled buckets, and put treats in their food buckets for when they went in. Afterwards, she placed them in their stalls, for she was still unsure of where their turnout was.
Then, she cleaned the grooming stalls, then found herself sitting on the floor beside the wash stall cleaning her tack. There was still plenty to do, such as grabbing rooming assignments, finding her school horse, and finding out more information on her horses' new routines. It was giving her a lot of anxiety.
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Oskar Brins | 20 | Ashes of War | Tristan
“Yeah,” he said with a laugh. He started walk in a random direction hoping it would be the right one. “Well first my friend, James, told me about how how some farm is going to be opening up as a school for equestrian riders. When my mom caught wind of that she started saving some funds for me to go. She thought it would be nice for me to get out and do something more with my life. Ever since my dad— well... She has wanted me to have a successful life and this had to do with something I was interested in,” he paused to breath for a second, memories of his father were coming back to him and made him want to cry, “I really had no important part in the matter but I thought it would be cool to not have to teach myself everything. You see I’ve only had like two instructors in my life so I haven’t had a wide range to learn from.”
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Gabriella Hemmings | F | 13 | Eventing | The Chanler | M: Open Luke Hemmings | M | 18 | Eventing | Blood Sport | M: Open
Gabriella and Luke grabbed there stirrups again then headed to the barn. Gabriella hopped off and put her stirrups on again then took off her saddle and hackamore then went and put them away. She put Chances halter on him once she was back and took him to the wash stall. Luke did the same.
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i don't know. post as savanna PLEASE.))
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Gabriella Hemmings | F | 13 | Eventing | The Chanler | M: Open
Gabriella finished taking care of Chance then put him away in his big stall. She smiled at him as he went to get a drink then she walked out and went to get her guitar. (i'm waiting to see were she is)
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Tristan | HJI | Oskar
Tristan nodded, not wanting to pry. Truthfully, he didn't care about the emotional piece of being a trainer. Which truly sucked, as he was an expert advice giver--everyone wanted his emotional support, yet he hated giving it out. "Ah, that makes sense. So... tell me this, how much have you taught yourself?"
Of course, he had already seen the information on his kids, he just wanted to see how much humility--or lack thereof--the kid had.
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Savannah Storm | 16 | M: Open
Savannah hopped off Avatar as soon as they exited the arena. She let out a sigh of disgust. That trainer was barely older than they were! Okay, so maybe more than barely, but still. Was he even qualified? She led Avatar to his stall to untack and groom. It wasn't that she didn't like the young instructor. It was just...it brought back too many memories. Of her dreams. Of Matthew's dreams. She lent against Avatar, lost in thought. A lone tear began to make its journey down her cheek, leaving a mark in her scarred, broken face.
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