Emily frowned at Kholo as she leaned up against the side of the barn, her feet elevated by her quad strength alone. "Kholo, I am SO sorry about this! I've only done that a couple of times."

Tristan gave an amused chuckle. "Only a couple, huh? Most people would be scared off by once." Turning back to Kholo from his position seated next to Emily, Tristan turned his disposition more serious, as it often was, and nodded. "I think Tim is pretty under control. And, if he's not, I'll step in. Speaking of," he glanced around casually, "where is he? I'll be back, I'm going to go find out." With that, he left Kholo and Emily alone, headed to find Tim.

"Don't worry!" Kholo said, smiling. "It's fine. But I should probably get back to my lesson. Just say if you need anything," she said over her shoulder, walking back to the arena. Slipping in, she said, "Sorry for the break. Just to let you know, Emily won't be joining us for the remainder of the lesson. Heather, I can see your body stiffening. Relax. Luke, don't let your reins dangle too much. It's good to rely on your seat, but keep contact with the bit. Savannah, don't let Mozart boss you around. He needs a firm rider," she called out in a strong voice. She strode back to the arena's centre, resuming her instructor pose.

-Heather starts relaxing her body as she transitioned Khan into a smooth trot. The gelding would be tossing his head again as he was just acting up once more-

Noah gave a big, gleaming, mischievous smile, his horse surprisingly on the bit correctly despite looking as if he would blow up at any moment. Although not a very subtle rider, Noah did understand the analysis of horses' buttons quite well. He had sized Jest up pretty quickly, and although his equitation was taking a hit, the Thoroughbred was less reactive than he definitely could be. Size-wise, Noah fit him very well, too. It was a picture that you didn't want to be attracted to due to the major personalities of both parties, but couldn't keep your eyes from drawing towards.

"Ha! I'm the best rider out here," Noah taunted. "Strict lady had to correct you guys but I was riding too well for advice! How's it feel to be at the bottom, mates?"

Savannah sighed irritably, collecting her reins. Mozart replied with a cheerful shake of his head. He let out a long, heart-wrenching neigh, acting as if he was in the worst possible situation. "Just shut up, would you?" Savannah muttered, pulling the reins. She felt him tense up beneath her, readying to buck. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that!" she exclaimed softly. "There's just no winning with you, eh?!" This pony was getting on her nerves. Really getting on them. More like stomping all over them and leaving them in threads, she thought ruefully.

Gabriella Hemmings | F | 13 | Eventing | The Chancler | M: same

GAbriella and Luke troted around. They mirrored each other and stade relaxed.

(i don't know whats going on any more)

Boredly, Noah posted the trot right into a smooth canter. His seat was a little stronger at the canter than at the trot, it was definitely true if he were to sit either gait. He wasn't supposed to canter, most likely, but he was bored. He sat the canter for a bit until Jest started to supple out a bit, then stood in his irons and really exercised the horse's frame, all the while dodging everyone who was still trotting. "When are we going to do fun stuff? I want to jump."

Kholo sighed. This boy was so bratty. "We're just getting used to your horses today. And anyway, I'm the dressage instructor, not jumping. I can jump, but Ms Hirsch or Ms Grey will probably be better at it. Now, I want everyone to take off their stirrups!" Kholo said with authority. She heard a few grumbles but quickly silenced them with a glare.

Savannah Storm | 17 | Eventer | M: Everyone

"Just my luck!" Savannah grumbled. "First I'm stuck with a bratty little pony, and now we have to ride stirrup-less. Yay!" she said sarcastically. Hopping of, she quickly took off her stirrup irons and leathers. She preferred to do that instead of cross them over the saddle, because they always bumped off.

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Emily.

He had left before Kholo or Tristan had arrived,Not knowing Tristan was looking for him as Headed to the lockers in a surprisingly calm manner.Tim manages to find the chair quite easily,Lugging it down the hallway back toward where he had left Emily.

Tim could feel a little relief in his head,Not as much confusion as he first thought he may feel.Emily..Well she was.A student - And as much as he wanted to help with her problems,He had to admit he was struggling with his own.Sure hed help her - In a formal manner of course - But he had to sort his self out first.It wasnt exactly labeled in his head - But it was a mess in there so it was good enough for now.Giving himself a quick nod he utters to himself as a reminder,

"Mr Blue - Instructor to many, Intimate to none."

Before he knew it he was brought out of his thoughts by Kholo leaving the room,Giving her a curtious nod before walking in himself.Tim quickly frowns,raising an eyebrow at Emily anf giving her exasperated look.

"Emily - For gods sake sit down!You'll make it ten times worse."

He speaks firmly,Much as you'd expect an instructor to - Well instruct.Tim then sets about unfolding the chair,Presenting it infront of her and offering his hand as a support if needed as she clambours in.

"It is up properly right?I doubt it folding on you like a beach chair will help the matter."

He says with a light chuckle at the thought.

Emily took his hand and maneuvered herself into the chair with as little damage to her physical condition as possible, but she wasn't hurting quite the way she had been ten minutes prior. Once she was comfortably sitting in the chair, she turned and gave Tim a beaming smile, her eyes twinkling. Randomly, she acknowledged, "you're being so cool about this. Most of my trainers have flipped out on me at one time or another." Before she could elaborate, Tristan stepped out of another entrance to the barn, now changed and... showered? Emily's attention transferred in its entirety from Tim to Tristan, that same glow now focused on the other man. "Tristan!" She giggled just slightly, a melodic sound. "Oh my gosh, you are literally my favorite person." She couldn't help herself from laughing. "That was the slickest thing I've ever seen. I literally love you."

Tristan just shrugged, completely unfazed by the girl, and kept walking down the aisle. He barely acknowledged either of them, headed up towards the lesson ring. Emily began wheeling herself towards her locker, which was on the way to the medic. She pulled out a large folder and handed it to Tim. In neat handwriting on the front, it said, 'Emily - Goals.'

"This is for you to look over. The left side has one sheet per horse, the right side is my goals along with a show schedule. The only one I'm dead set on is the one in two weeks, I really want to do Rolex this year and I only need that show to move up. In the front is a schedule of the trip we're taking this weekend, along with the horse's ad and vet records." Without giving him time to leaf through it, she continued rolling herself out of the barn and across the lawn towards the medic station with surprising strength. She called over her shoulder, "oh, the goals are organized alphabetically and paragraphs are grouped by type of goal. The purple highlights are highest priority, light blue is medium priority, and green would just be nice. Let me know if you have any questions."