Gabriella walked to the barn and slid into Chances big stall with her guitar. She had noticed a girl with her horse as she walked into the barn. Chance layed down in one corner and Gabriella went and layed down with him. She played a few chords on her guitar

“Well with the help of YouTube I was able to teach a dressage horse low jumps and some a little higher. I was able to get posture down pretty well without any help. But I couldn’t line Clive up properly with the experience I had. I was also great with making courses,” Oskar thought more about it, realizing just how much he had actually taught himself and Clive. “I mean I guess it’s not that much, but Clive’s pretty good at looking like a Pegasus when he in the air,” he said with a laugh.

Tristan nodded--he could respect that. The kid was honest--that wasn't much less than what was on the sheet. "So your horse is a dressage horse? That's good, at least you know you have a solid flat foundation. Later on this evening, or whenever is convenient, I'd love to sit on the mount you brought with you, if you don't mind. Just so I can apply what I feel to your lessons. Generally, I'll do a tune up ride on school and privately owned horses once a week, just to gage the horse's training as well. I hope that works for you, if not, we can figure something out."

As they were walking, Tristan noticed a young girl crying. "Hey, hold on just a second, Oskar." He sighed--he always ended up in these positions. Walking up to the girl calmly, the young man offered the girl a smile. "Hey, are you doing okay?"

“Yeah that’s alright,” he said with a smile before remembering how Clive had been acting up. “He’s been actin up a little today so he may not be his best.” He stopped when he heard Tristan say his name. He was walking towards another stall. Quietly he peeked in, there was he girl he had seen earlier in the Eventing class. He wondered in she was okay.

Savannah hurriedly wiped her cheek and stood up when she realized there was a guy outside the stall door. She loosened Avatar's girth as the stallion shifted, saying hoarsely, "Sorry for the wait, boy"

Tristan gave Savannah another kind smile. If she wanted nothing to do with him, that was okay with him. He just wanted to offer an opportunity to vent or whatever she needed.

"Look, I won't bother you, but if you need someone to talk to, or if you need help with anything around here, I'm sure any of the trainers, including myself, would be more than happy to help. I'll leave you to it," he offered another close-mouthed, dimpled smile, then returned to Oskar.

"Sorry for the wait." He gestured to a group of stalls just across the arena. He opened the gate to the empty arena, then the pair walked through. "Should be just over here. So, have you competed at all? What height are you jumping generally?"

“I usually have him at a 3’- 3’5”, though he has proven he can go higher it’s not really needed. I have been in a few local and section shows, but never a state or national. Won quite a bit but there is not really competition in them at all.” He replied thinking back to all the great memories he has had with the stallion.