Luke put Red away then he leaned on the stall door. "we can be the greatest, we can be the best, we can be the king kong banging on are chest, we can beat the world," Luke sang softly before he saw GAbriella go into Chances stall with her guitar.

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-Heather watched Emily a bit while petting Prince who was standing beside her with patience then she starts leading him out of the Show Jumping Arena, turning him around with her so she can close the gate and locks it before turning him around again and starts leading him straight towards the barn-

"I'm fine," Savannah said icily. "And if I wasn't, it would be none of your business to know why!" She clenched her jaw, trying to resist the urge to punch him in the nose.

(sorry for late reply)

Timothy Blue / Eventing Instructor / M: Open.

The pair had headed off a while back,Following some vague instructions from a crusty map as to look where he was going.Tim began to feel the urge to turn back,having already rode Looney down a trail for a good twenty Minutes,And that was a struggle within itself.

The gelding had continued to dance and mess around,Keeping constant pressure on his bit in the urge to blast down the path.If he wasn't making his riders arms ache,The grey was snatching at foliage,Making over dramatic spooks at nothing and just being a general nuisance.

Tim gives a sigh of relief and joy,Glad to finally see what seemed to be water jump not far down the track.

"Finally.."

He gives a slight smile,Looneys ears perking at his riders change in tone.The gelding knew they must almost be there,Lifting his tail and basically sidestepping the rest of the way.Tim grunts,Making his eyes roll again before spotting the aged start area flags.

Emily continued riding the smaller gelding down the path. He was certainly bold, almost a bit excessively. The gelding, despite being fairly respectful, got a good urge to stop and eat grass every once in a while. When he wasn't doing that, he was jolting his head up or jigging a few steps to indicate his excitement. The young woman handled it well, especially so with stirrups on his saddle--she didn't trust the notion of riding a project horse stirrupless on the first ride.

After a while, she came to a clearing which appeared to be a cross country course. It appeared to be a thin pathway which opened out into a gigantic field. Emily's excitement got the better of her, and she attempted to steer the gelding through the pathway. He strode boldly forward, his head shot up as he nickered to seemingly nothing. It wasn't until they got into the large field that the young woman saw a rather familiar gray horse and rider about a mile across the way. Deciding that it wouldn't be a bother if she just walked on the other side of a field that went for miles and miles, Emily turned the opposite way, stealing glances at her trainer's riding abilities as they walked.

Tristan wasn't exceedingly thrilled about training his new project in front of such a large crowd, but since the indoor in the center of the barn was the only one not occupied, he felt like he had no other choice.

After the gelding was somewhat clean and tacked up, which was an interesting experience in itself, Tristan led Fairue out into the arena and off to one side, beginning to lunge him as he leapt and reared, Tristan using voice and calming tones to temper the hot-blooded animal.

Timothy Blue / EI / M:

Tim felt a Buzz of Excitment as he lines Looney up at the flags,The gelding giving a pant like snort and pulling despairately at the reins.With a serious expression,Tim loosens his grip,The grey lunging into a fast canter.His rider checks the gelding,Restraining him to a more controlled pace as he strains against the contact.

He hovers over the seat,heels down as he looks at home balancing perched behind the Geldings neck settling to the noise of repetitive thundering of hooves.Tim stretches his core up into a better composure,rising a little as his head turns toward the first jump.Looney follows his gaze with eagerly pricked ears,the pair soaring over the first oxer with inches to spare without breaking stride.They swallow up the ground,Looney hesitating a stride out from the hedge jump.Tim feels his mount beginning to faulter,giving him a firm squeeze,

"Up!"

He grunts firmly,Looney spooking sidewards as he takes off.Tim winced as he hears the sound of twigs brushing the Geldings boots.His heart pulses into his throat,Feeling his weight suddenly shift - In the wrong direction.

He hits the ground,His full weight landing on his right shoulder.Tim gives a groan,Rolling onto his back groggily before feeling panic rush through him at the sound of a sickening squeal.He sits up,Gasping for air and ignoring the aching pain as he looks around despairately for his mount,

"Loon!Loon?- Oh f-"

He shouts in a despairate tone,Looking down the drop behind the hedge jump,Spotting a mud caked grey.He runs recklessly down the bank,Feeling a little relief at seeing Looney stood.He was favouring his front leg,Tim quickly giving it a gentle feel with his left arm.He let's out a breath he had been holding,

"Thank God.. "

Thankfully it had a bad graze with blood slowly dripping,But the leg didnt feel broken.He sighs,Giving his grey a pat on the neck and a kiss on the muzzle ignoring the mud he now had in a beard fashion.Tim takes a hold of the snapped reins with trembling hands,Slowly walking his gelding up the hill and all the while his eye on the mount to check for serious injuries.His mud caked expression was one of very much pained concern.

(That was very long!Sorry all ^.^)

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Nightmare | Open

-Heather would have lead Prince inside the barn then leads him into one of the open crossties then she started untacking him, his halter was already on the stool next to them. Her mind was racing of what tomorrow would bring but she didn't know that this will probably be the last time that she will ever see her loyal companion that she had ever since she 16-

Tim had taken the creative dismount in between glances, so in one moment he was riding flawlessly and another, he was on the ground. Emily planted her feet in her stirrups and cued a canter, bracing herself because she knew she'd regret it. The moment she did, a sharp pain shot up both of her ankles, yet she continued, not knowing if her instructor was okay.

As she approached, Tim began to get up--he was out for longer than she had felt comfortable with. "Are you okay?" She swung off of Promise, a gigantic limp taking the place of a gentle walking stride. She winced, more than obviously in just as bad of shape as him, yet she continued trying to help. "What can I do to help?"