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Lena's Goldrush (Lena) | Mare | 9yrs | Dressage | M: Reina, Etria, Open . Feeling the moving of the large float Lena looked out a small window seeing they were finally arriving somewhere after a long hours drive with few breaks, The mare called out trying to work out where she was worried as she'd been separate from her gelding pasture mate for so long. Once the truck had stopped she could hear steps and soon heard the back opening up, After a few compartments were opened up the driver untied her lead and asked her to back up. Stepping backwards carefully she was finally out standing on a firm ground . Ears flicking around Lena shook herself off first before looking around at the new stable around her, Nickering again Lena walked up to one of the barns with the driver he seemed to know where they were going from a white thing in his hand. Inside the barn Lena saw a couple horses in their stalls some relaxed two seemed restless, Halting Lena looked at a smaller mare she had the scent of her owners daughter on her which had her interest maybe this was why she was here. . Half way through sniffing the mare she quickly pulled away when she lunged forward to bite her neck, With a quick squeak Lena followed the driver without a second thought knowing she should respect the mare as she seemed older. Having her traveling wraps and halter taken off Lena sniffed around her new stall once the driver left |
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Skye Lovato | 21 yrs | Female | Eventing Rider | M: All, Open She looked around at the group, wondering if she sould go find someone to talk with. It wasn't really like her to not have made a friend by now. Nickel is content just walking around with full control because Skye set his reins on his neck, letting him choose where to go and what to do. She almost hoped someone would come to her and introduce themselves, because she didn't want to disturb anyone well the were enjoying the ride. |
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Keelan O'Brien | Owner/Dressage Trainer | M: Everybody The man had to admit he whole-heartedly enjoyed the ability to give lasting memories to the group. All seemed to be having some sort of fun, and many were already getting close. He calls for the group to rejoin him, setting off on another path through the trees. This time, however, the sun was overhead. Rays fell in pools of light on the dirt path, leaving traces where the canopy had holes in its cover. Although it wasn't as eventful as the first path, the stretch of wide, lush green fields peeking through the foliage beside them did seem tempting for most and at least supplied something to look at. A large archway met the group at the end, the branches of the two trees providing the perfect ethereal entrance to another field, this one mowed down of all but new budding flowers. Ahead, but 40 feet or so, sat the surface of what was the east side of the lake, reflecting the sun and giving a glow to everything around it as it stretched on through the field. A large tree sat a handful of feet away, the oak providing another canopy of shade, and under which sat a checkered blanket, a few stumps used for simple seating along the edge. On the other side of the tree stood a few hitching posts, the blocky U-Shape home to ample space for horses to stand tied, and large water troughs. The sandy banks of the lake were home to a large dock and a fire pit with more log seating. Keelan stops at an available post, hopping down to unsaddle Grump and Poko so they could rest as well, "Welcome to Lake Haven. Please be mindful of trash, but otherwise, let's eat and cool off. Saddles can sit on the posts, they were designed for the space." He smiles and waves everybody to do their own thing, dropping Grump's saddle on the post before a final check. |
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Heavy Downpours, Flood Warning
