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rose thorn|rider|m major ,brook,rabit| horses~ major she cried herself to sleep that night she thought about the rabbit when she woke she went to major's stall and sat down near him major walked to rose and nudged her with kindness rose smiled at her horse she could not belive that she owned major now she looked over majors strong Body and went to find Brook. |
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Keelan O'Brian | Western Instructor | M: None Keelan awoke early in the day. 5:30 to be exact as his alarm from travelling wasn't turned off. He yawns with a stretch, dressing quickly. Today was going to be calmer, so he opted for a plain black shirt with the print "O'Brian Performance Horses" plastered along the back in white thread, which tucked into his jeans. He starts coffee as he gathers his things, snatching a few treats from a bag before heading downstairs, cup in hand. He reaches the tack room and sets to work feeding Dan, which was finished and given to the horse by 6 a.m. He had time left so he works on his tack, checking for scruffs in the leather from the trip and overall just polishing the worn brown to something sort of shiny. Once that was finished only an hour had passed, which left Keelan a bit discouraged. None the less, he takes the opportunity to groom the horse once more, although perhaps a nice deep brushing. The man heads back to the stall, sitting around for another hour or so as Dan ate and mingled with the horses next to him. At some point the horse had laid his head lazily atop the man's hat, lip roving over the fabric surface as if trying to eat it. Students began to find their way into the barn and the clamor of hooves on stone began to pick up. With only a few minutes left, he grooms Dan and tacks up, laying the bridle over the horn. The horse was content to hang in the stall while Keelan went through introductory ideas with his students. |
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rose thorn|rider|m major| horses~ major rose groomed up major and cleaned his tack after feeding him some hay and grain today she was wearing a tight black shirt with a jacket that had her major and her dog on the back she was also wearing riding pants her tall boots and spurs just to help as a tool she put his bridle onto his saddle she had a clip on there so that it would not slide around major tossed his head ready to ride she clicked her tongue "lets good handsome" she said to her horse she relaxed at the sound of his hooves on the stone and the smell of a barn |
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Ryker | Stablehand | M: Keelan He heard the movements of people and horses over in the area to his left. Nudging Akuma slightly, the stallion snorts and shook his head as he began to move. Ryker moved in sync to Akuma as the large boy strode along the pavement of the walk way. He came up upon the area and sees the caramel skinned man whom he saw yesterday. Maybe Brooks would be around, no harm in staying here for a second to watch... he might as well get to know the staff if he was going to be working for them, right? |
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Brooke Camden | Student | M: Anyone Brooke stood in front of her floor-length mirror, examining her final touches for her outfit of the day. After applying the last bit of mascara to her lashes, she placed the product on her dresser before eyeing her reflection again. Lithe fingers touched the hem of her turtle neck. The fine material was made for riding and could withstand the workouts that she had on the daily from chores around the barn. She squinted at her pants, debating whether to tuck in the shirt or not. Having to tuck it under the belt she had already put on would be a pain, but she halfheartedly did it anyway. Satisfied with her ensemble, the girl flicked her fringe bangs, glaring at them briefly. The thought of growing them out crossed her mind, but she quickly threw that out the window. She very much enjoyed how she looked with bangs and short hair. What? She was confident in her appearance. Maybe slightly full of herself, but still, what's life without a little narcissism. Brooke looked back at her tidy studio, happy with how she was leaving it, bedsheets tucked in and clothes from the other day put in the hamper. She turned off the lights on her way out the door and checked her watch for the time. It was 6am, on time for the morning feeding. Brooke would be going straight for the tack room to see which horses would be turned out. Since lessons started today, she'd have to get the horses out early if they were to have enough time in their pastures. |
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Catherine Bergman || Student || M: Brooke, Any Tamlin was growing impatient and Catherin could tell. She had spent a tireless amount of time shinning his coat, oiling his hooves, and tidying his mane into perfectly placed knob braids before plaiting his tail into a small bound braid. When he was all ready for the day she grabbed a fly mask from her grooming box and placed the navy material over his halter. As she led him from his stall and towards an arena for a lunge she noticed Brooke busying herself in the tack room preparing feed and supplies for the day. She slowed to a stop in front of the door frame and cleared her throat so that her arrival would not be a total surprise to the woman. She plucked out an earbud and shoved it in her pocket as she offered Brooke a soft, "Good morning." The dapple grey at her left side tossed his head at her voice and stamped an impatient hoof as he roamed his netted eyes over the other equines who had now awoken for the day. She thumbed the stitching on the leather lead she held and shifted on her feet as she watched the ebony-haired girl check lists and do her job. Distantly she wondered where her sibling was hiding or if he was even awake this early. Other students had entered the barn now and were making their way to stalls or to the tack room to grab their own things. She gently moved Tamlin out of the way and repositioned herself to face Brooke once more. "I was just about to go lunge Tam for a little bit if you wanted to join, that is granted if you aren't too terribly busy." Brooke was sweet and she could see herself befriending the girl. Cat made a mental note to reach out to that Anthea girl as well, she too seemed like someone could be friends with. The others she had not seen enough of to gauge their personalities but she figured she would get along with them well enough as time went by. |
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Brooke Camden | Student | M: Catherine, Any Brooke had made it into the tack room, perusing lists for horse's and their individual feed. She was in the middle of scooping grain into the last bucket when a voice interrupted from behind her. Recognizing Catherine's voice, Brooke smiled as she turned to greet her. Her eyes followed the geldings impatient movement, which she found amusing. She was about to turn down her offer, there were horses that still needed to be fed and turned out, but her brother squeezed past the honey-haired female into the tack room. "Actually, yes. I'll go grab Red and meet you in the outdoor." Alden was walking to the feed buckets but was stopped by his sister. Brooke placed a hand on his shoulder and asked him how his sleep was. The black-haired male looked rugged today, possibly due to lack of sleep, his hair was disheveled and she tousled it jokingly. Alden tsked at his sister's actions and shoo'd her from the room. He probably caught on to her leaving him with the chores this morning. She would come back and help after lunging Red, as to not leave him doing everything by himself. Laughing while she dodged her brother, Brooke took off from the room and down the aisle to her mare's stall. She didn't want to keep Catherine waiting for long. |
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Catherine Bergman || Student || M: Brooke, Alden. She felt the 'no' coming but would not be upset by it, Brooke was a busy woman and yet Catherine wanted to offer her some kind of company and peace before the day's lesson. Just as it seemed as though the dark-haired lady would decline she felt him brush by her, not so much as a word escaping his lips. Her brow quirked and she moved to the side as if that would help when he had already moved past her. She ignored Alden then, as obviously tired as he was. Instead, she turned her gaze to Brooke and smiled at her agreement. "Sounds great." She stayed for long enough to grab a lunge line from the wall, and with that, she was gone leaving nothing but a rose-scented wind in her wake. She quickly made her way to the outdoor arena to get some pent-up energy out of her gelding in an attempt to make him more relaxed for the lesson. She knew Brooke would be a second so she made way with lunging the great beast, clucking softly to him and murmuring encouragement to the dappled steed. In the time the pair had spent together she had grown to love this the most, quiet times not necessarily spent in the saddle but gaining trust at a distance and working through stress as a team. To any outsider they presented as the perfect pair, moving together and responding to one another without question. In shows however they were touchy and scared of one another, a fact that plagued Catherine as she thought about putting him under the saddle in front of other people today. She shook her shoulders as if clearing the thought and continued drolling in slow circles as Tamlin moved around the ring a good thirty feet from her. The leather lead she had clipped to Tamlin earlier was now swung over her shoulder and her gloves flapped merrily in her pocket as she smiled and moved with the gelding around her. The sun was beaming down now in soft rays and lighted her hair brightly. Wildflowers permeated the fresh mountain air and a light breeze was enough to keep both her and Tamlin cool during the workout. If she paused for long enough maybe she would hear the distant bark of Heather's dog or the curious whinnies of field-goers. For now, all she heard was the rhythmic pounding of Tamlin's hooves and the soft clucking of her own tongue. |
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rose thorn|rider|m:major| horses~ major rose walked major outside and had major walk around she went onto him she missed her family so much but mostly her friend and her dog major tossed his head and pawed the ground "steady boy just wait" she told the horse again major started throwing a fit so rose walked him around rolling her eyes nudging him to a canter and riding him around a bit after that he had calmed down. as rose road the horse he seemed to calm down a bit more "there settle down" she told the horse |
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Heather Proudstorm | 17 | Beginner | Eventing | Nightmare "Prince" | Mentions: Catherine (directly), Open Once Heather got everything out of the way, having all of her stuff unpacked in her assigned cabin and having four sets of her tack + a grooming box kit tucked away in her locker of the tackroom. She could finally relax. The brunette had decided to walk around the property with Toby to just familiarize with her surroundings. The young girl still felt out of place in the facility even though she just got here, Heather couldn't help but feel a bit home sick. She wondered if she could really live up to her father's legacy to being an Eventer with a rescue horse, was is it even possible? What if she isn't anything like her father at all? What if her horse doesn't trust her enough to go through with all of this? So many What ifs spiraled constantly through her thoughts like a never ending whirlpool. She took her beanie off with her left hand before lifting her right hand up, running her fingers through her soft hair. Toby continued to walk with the girl, being a little ahead of her since he was now off leash. Movement managed to catch the corner of her eye, turning her head slightly to look to see another student training a horse, assuming that the horse belonged to the student. She didn't want to disturb their training session as Heather continued on her way as Toby comes back to her, now walking beside the girl on her right side. |
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Morning Drizzle, but Clearing later
