Tim had tied his bay out into the aisle,slowly working his way along his coat.He quite obviously had no motivation to do so,His mind just blank.

He couldn't help but give the Occasional sigh,Before eventually just stopping and leaning over his mounts whithers.He felt utterly awful,And this grooming was meant ti help.It Seemed to do the opposite though,Winding him up as his brain had time to unwillingly process everything.

It was a Shame,Heart braking almost.Emily was something else.She was different,Refreshing.The kind of girl he tended to take a fancy t- He gives a quick shake of his head,As if to blow the thoughts away.

What did it matter,His role was clearly defined.Instructor,And that only.

Tim closes his pained blue eyes,resting his head on Boomer,Who was dozing.He was used to his riders need for support,As much as Tim tried to pretend he didn't need anyone..

Tristan was walking around in running clothes, trying to get his exercise in for the day. As much as the place had been packed earlier, it seemed everyone had quieted down. Tears everywhere. The energy of the place had shifted more than what made him comfortable. He had decided to go check on the horses and noticed one of the other trainers looking a little down. He had meant to introduce himself earlier and hadn't had the chance. "Hey, man, you good? Wanna go for a run with me? I don't want to explore this place alone."

(Someone is going to get counseled by Tristan whether they like it or not loolll)

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Horseless | Open for now

-Heather would sneak out of her dorm, being careful of not to wake Gabriella up then she proceeds into sneaking out of the house, jogging over to the stables as she makes her way down the aisle, towards Khan's stall. Hopefully a late midnight ride could help her ease her pain while hoping that no one has saw her as she takes Khan out of his stall then leads the Arabian to one of the open crossties before brushing his black coat down, already having her tack out and ready after she's done with taking care of Khan-

Tim's blue eyes slowly flick open,Falling on what looked like a sports coach.He glances over him,Quickly coming to the conclusion he must be an Instruftor of some sort.He clears his throat,Half heartedly giving his gelding a few flicks across the flank,

"Erm - Yeah.Man..I-"

He hesitated,before placing his brush down in his bucket and adding,

"Sure, I guess.."

Tim swings onto his gelding bareback,Clipping another lead rope onto the other side of his halter like reins before giving his side's a gentle squeeze.He didn't fancy running,Although exploring did seem like a good way to clear his mind.

(Oh Lord xD Forceful therapy is my favourite Lol!)

"Cool, we don't have to do too much, I just wanted to see what was around, ya know?"

Tristan gestured to outside, keeping fairly quiet. Silence was the best way to get someone to start speaking their mind, after all.

(I'll be back on later :)

Tim gives a silent nod,Just kind of sitting there and taking nothing in.He drifts into thought again for quite a while,before beginning to just absentmindedly speak,

"It's so freaking stupid - Well no I am.I mean how thick can you actually get?"

He pauses his face becoming one of near enough pure distraught anger,

"I have always been the one to ruin things.Relationships - Events..Family.I thought this would be different Y'know?Like it would change me in some magical finger click.<span style="font-size: 15px;">"

Tim gives a head shake,His eyes falling past his Geldings shoulder.He didn't really realise he was speaking,It just kind of,Well flooded out.

(No prob,I think half 11 Pm here marks rest time lol for me too.Ill be back about 2am game time,Sorry all! <3)

-Heather tacked Khan up and quickly leads him out of the barn then she mounts the stallion, swinging her leg over as she placed herself into the saddle, seeing the Arabian is acting up a bit but she got him to move forward into a fast paced trot-

Tristan gave him a sympathetic smile, then gestured to outside again. "C'mon, man, you need a walk. Or a run."

He glanced over to Emily, who had a guilty expression on her own face. She'd probably be in his office later, he assumed.

After he finally got Tim together and the pair began walking, Tristan shrugged his sweatshirt on, and glanced over at Tim. "So, tell me about the blonde girl." He figured that was a good place to start, wasn't it? After all, she seemed just as down as he. Although upsetting, Tristan knew that Prince's death couldn't be the only thing sparking grief around here.