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Whilst the two started to converse, the other pairs around the barn seemed to be growing with excitement, almost rushing around to get at least something done before lunch. Even pairs that were both Utopia and Hollowhearts riders were chatting, moving things around, discussing routines in the arenas or going to grab things to craft what was needed for the visual aspect of the event. It all seemed so unbelievably easy for them to just get on, and Matt was starting to think there was more to this than Eleanor just getting under his skin from time to time. No matter how hard he thought about it though, he just could not come to a conclusion. She just did. - His unwanted thoughts were quickly pulled out of his mind at a sense of familiar sarcasm directed his way. Of course, because she couldn't just talk normally to him could she? With that being said though, Matt was very similar in that aspect. "You think I wasn't aware of that? I'd rather you were anywhere but here right now too, but here we are." Well, shit. His promises to himself to keep negativity under wraps was gone within the first sentence, but was that really his fault? Technically she started it. Gosh this was petty. Matt took a silent, deep breath and tightened his grip on Falcon's lead rope, feeling the gelding start to stretch his nose towards Dutchess. He had of course settled around her entirely now, but that didn't mean he didn't act up from time to time, that was pretty much just his nature. - "Obviously we've done a sponsor event here before." He frowned, biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. "It's a bit hard to figure out what to do when we don't exactly know the sponsor though. So the visual side of things is virtually impossible." He added. It was somewhat true, it was ridiculous that the staff weren't actually telling them who the sponsor was. Creating the stalls, signs, and anything else that needed to be put up around the academy would usually want to have the sponsors logo on them. Couldn't do that if they didn't know who on earth was coming. Matt looked back to Eleanor. "Asssuming you've done these same events, who's sponsored Hollowhearts before?" - - Sorry it's much shorter than the others, I woke up like half an hour ago but wanted to get this done before I go out tonight! So my mind is half blank lol) |
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(All good :)) •~• Eleanor bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from replying at his jab, settling for pretending she didn't hear him at all. She's stuck with him, she shouldn't make it even more unbearable. Her mind went to last time they had a actual conversation, which she believed was way back when in the feeding room that one night. Why? Eleanor had no idea, her mind was strange and random all the time on when and what it wants to remember. Recalling the somewhat conversation of that night, she couldn't believe Hailey- Or anyone really- would want to try and be with this guy. The only appealing thing about him was- No, nothing. Not his eyes, not his riding skills, definitely not his personality. Her thoughts are spiraling down a rabbit hole once more, and once again it is all his fault. In reality, Eleanor gave him another glare that must've not looked out of place but still a little random. While for her it was a little show of irritation at how Matt was beginning to get under her skin more. She hated it. •~• Did he say something? Something about... Oh, sponsors herself. Right. Eleanor un-crossed her arms and stuffed her hands into jean pockets. She rocked back and forth on her heels for a moment before she answered. "Of course we have. Nothing overly big, but a couple, since I started there. I don't remember much about who sponsored and that stuff, but I think it was mostly brands." Eleanor gave herself a mental pat on the back for answering without adding any unnecessary hostility. Though she did think about tossing the word idiot in there, she refrained herself. "Since we can't do much visual until we know who we're dealing with, we should work on the things we can. Sooner we finish this, the sooner I can go back to pretending you don't exist." Hey, it was definitely likely a mutual feeling, she didn't feel bad saying it. Dutchess, who had gone back to grazing after realizing she wouldn't be allowed to say hi at the gelding at the moment, had decided the grass around her didn't meet her requirements. Eleanor felt her side get nudged and stumbled for a millisecond before she looked at the mare. •~• Eleanor pulled one sugar cube out and feed it to the mare, but apparently that wasn't enough. She un-tied Dutchess's rope from the post and hesitated a moment before unclipping it from the halter. For one split second Dutchess looked like she was going to head for Falcon, but eyed Matt. The mare changed her mind and headed to continue grazing further in the pasture where the grass met her expectations. Even Eleanor wasn't sure what her horse thought of Matt. But atleast it wasn't so bad Dutchess tried anything. Eleanor laid the rope over the fence, and not wanting this conversation to last any longer then needed began speaking again. "You should take the lead on the jumping routine. If you want. You and Falcon do it more than Dutchess and me." It was not a compliment. It was just... Pointing out where the logic was. Of course. She still wanted to do this right. "And we should find... Ugh, somewhere better to meet up in the future. You know the area better, any magical ideas?" Even all the way out here she could hear the excitement from other pairs, and it would not help with concentration. Eleanor did notice however that planning mode helped her keep comments to herself, mostly. |
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"Right. Brands." Matt mumbled quietly, not elaborating at all on what he was getting it. Instead, he just turned his back to Eleanor to focus on Falcon, who had seemed to take kindly to biting his own lead rope out of clear boredom. No matter the situation, the gelding always seemed to have a new trick up his sleeve to frustrate Matt, and usually when he needed it least. Had it been earlier, when he wasn't stuck dealing with the likes of Eleanor, it would have been fine. - Matt had dealt with things like that for the majority of Falcon's life, having taken him on as a foal, and being a kid himself. Much to anyone surprise, he had managed to work with and train Falcon to where he was today, with minimal help unless it was from professional trainers , or behavioural coaches - none of which were able to figure out why Falcon's behaviour was the way he was. Realsticaly, the gelding was unpredictable, yet no one could really see how dangerous that felt. Not being able to understand that despite having worked with Falcon all his life, was what frustrated Matt the most. - Matt's thoughts were soon pulled away from him as another pair far across the arena started shrieking and clapping at something, causing both him and Falcon to look that way. Only then did he realise Eleanor was talking again, and he turned himself back around, his gaze boring onto her for a few seconds. "Right. Assuming it's definitely us performing the routines, I'll have to keep it simple enough for you to be able to follow. How high can you jump?" he started, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another. Despite his irritated tone and clear boredom, he was already thinking over at least the start of a routine in his head. "There's a clearing five minutes into trail three, just off the left side of the track. I mean people go there sometimes but barely. It's quiet enough to at least do the talking side." - As Matt went to elaborate on the clearing idea, Emma walked over to the two. For her position in the academy - not just one of Equine management teachers, but a student behavioural coach and an event planner, - she was fairly young, only 25. It was both good and bad when it came to actually having her as the teacher. Good because she understood the majority of things, bad because well...was it not awkward to have a teacher only a few years older than you? Emma stopped just by the pair, offering Eleanor a smile as she caught the gaze. Then, she turned to face them both. "I can see how miserable you both look from across the arena. Guys, come on, work together." She started, crossing one foot in front of the other as she spoke, glancing at Falcon occasionally. "I'm not supposed to tell either of you this, nor can you tell the others, but you're both the top picks for the pairings. Meaning, in some months time when the event actually comes, you're our best hopes." She whispered. Matt stared at Emma, simply just...blinking the words into his brain. They were the academy's best hope for the sponsor? Them? Why? |
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"High enough." Eleanor answered, deciding that was enough information. Dutchess didn't have a problem with show jumping, Dressage is just what they went into instead. The only thing she'd have to watch out for is what mood Dutchess is in when the time comes. With time Eleanor has kept it from being a common occurrence, but there is times where just Dutchess's mood alone effected on how well she listened, and if she did things like refuse jumps all together. More so then she saw with other horses. That was before she found out her mare enjoyed eating and could be bribe with it, thankfully. She had mainly done Dressage though because Dutchess seemed more eager when she was doing it, and Eleanor enjoyed it more. Plus the bonus that's what her Father did when he was riding, she had even gotten some early lessons when she first got Dutchess. •~• "A clearing?" Eleanor repeated, mostly to herself. She hadn't been down that trail yet, so she couldn't be positive that he was telling the truth. Over the week she had stuck to the short one that led into the village, sometimes hanging out there after classes. Sometimes her friends joined her, sometimes it was peace and quiet. Well as much as you could get in that village. Then again, he didn't really have a reason to lie, though he probably wouldn't need a reason anyway. But he made it sound like it was a good spot, so she was inclined to believe him, at least for now. While he began elaborating on that idea, she began thinking about the other stuff they'd need to figure out. Once they knew who the sponsors were, they'd have a whole other plate of things to deal with. Of course the staff wouldn't toss everything at them, right? If the staff wanted to make sure something as big as they keep claiming works, they'd probably need to help just a little too. Unless they had complete faith in their picked pairings. Eleanor didn't know how to feel about that last bit. •~• Eleanor was idea of adding something in her head when she heard a voice that wasn't Matt's. She turned to see Emma coming over, and at the instructor's smile Eleanor gave a small polite one of her own. She didn't have anything against Emma, in fact she was slightly impressed. Having heard things from other students about the woman. And then Emma started speaking about how miserable they looked and she sighed, but didn't interrupt. Because well, it was true. And then Emma said... Wait, they were the top picks for pairing? Best hope? What are all these words? If the Academy thought them two were the best hope then they should get their brains checked. She blinked at Emma, then Matt, mouth just slightly open in mild shock. "Wait hold up, how are we the top? Can absolutely no one see how much we practically despise each other? What is happening?" Eleanor felt like extra weight had just been added to the pile that was already there after hearing about having to pair for this sponsor in the first place. Nothing made sense. Great. |
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Emma's words had barely registered in Matt's brain at all. Well, he was trying to process them, but it wasnt working well. A common issue, he found. The top pick, top pairings...for what reason? Whatever it was, it most definitely was not because of their chemistry. If it was down to that alone, they would have been the bottom choices. Hell, even lower than that judging by the way the other pairs were working around them. Emma simply smiled at Eleanors response, clearly catching onto the displeased tone and demeaour immediately. "Despise each other or not, you're both very talented. Matt's been here for ages, there's no need to go over that," She started, waving her hand mildly in his direction, which met raised eyebrows. Charming, Matt thought. Emma continued. ", But we've observed you since you came here. You're smart, quick witted, and handle the horses amazingly. And ride well. You guys were the perfect pairing." She finished. - Matt watched the exchange with his eyebrows still raised, only bringing them down when Emma glanced at him. Gosh she was yapping. Talk about glazing or whatever. No, that was harsh, she wasn't...wrong now was she? Everything she said about Eleanor was true, he could see that, - he just hated hearing it out loud. "Putting all of...that, aside, you couldnt have thought about this? Why pick two people that despise each other." He asked. He put heavy emphasis on the second to last word, doing his best to make it clear to Emma exactly how he felt. Emma kept that annoyingly fake smile plastered on her lips, barely catching Matt's gaze. "And you can work through that, Matt. It's not like you to be so negative about something like this." - With that, Emma left, leaving no time for Matt to actually reply. He pinched the bridge of his nose in pure frustration, taking a deep breath. In the short heat of the moment he had forgotten he had Falcon on a lead rope. His attention was brought back immediately as the gelding spooked at the sound of an unnecessarily loud car rolling through the front gates. In turn, the lead rope ripped through Matt's hand, burning the skin until he caught the end at the last minute. Falcon stopped the spook just as quickly as he started it, and calmed down - but not before taking the skin off Matt's palm. He didnt say anything, despite the fact his hand was now burning, and just turned to Eleanor. "Remind me again, what did you want the horses here with us for? Decoration?" He asked. His tone was sharp, very sharp, but it wasnt intended that way. The frustration at the person rolling into a riding academy in a car popping all over the place, the shock of the gelding spooking, and the burning palm were the sole cause of his tone. "Sorry." He muttered. Better now than never to apologise. |
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Eleanor's surprise continued at Emma's words. They'd been observing her? Well yeah she'd expect that to do that with any if not all of the Hollowhearts riders, just to see how everyone was, the simple things. It did make her feel nice, though she was a little uncomfortable at how Emma describe it. Could they really figure all that out within a few weeks? Even more so, that it made her and Matt a perfect pairing somehow. Sure, even if it hurt, she wouldn't deny that he had some... Skills. It was easier to deny it though, so she'll keep doing that for now. She'll dwell more on it later, Emma was continuing to speak and it'd help if Eleanor paid attention. Which Eleanor didn't mind, she never minded just listening when it came to other people, most of the time anyway. •~• Eleanor picked up on Emma saying Matt isn't usually like this, or something along those lines. She had picked up on the obviously, but having it confirmed make her feel extra special. Sarcasm, obviously. Admittedly she was the same, like this with people that weren't her friends, and different when with her friends. Not this bad of course, this level of it was all just for Matt and Matt alone. When Emma left the silence fell again and Eleanor didn't even have anything to say or add. Should she just... Go? They could figure out meeting times the other things the next time they run into eachother, that Eleanor could almost bet on would happen anyways. She looked at Dutchess further in the pasture, watching the mare but not really actually focusing on her. The familiar black coat becoming a bit of a blur as she spaced out. Eleanor came back at the sound of a car somewhere else and looked in time to see Falcon spook and Matt almost drop the lead. She took a single step forward herself without thought, as if to grab the lead rope if he dropped it. But she saw Matt grab it last second and remained in place. •~• Eleanor mentally winced, that rope must've hurt, but Falcon seemed to calmed down quickly. That's good. She casted a quick glance at Dutchess who had paused in her grazing to trot over to the fence, trying to find what had made the noise. From the looks of it the mare hadn't spooked, but her ears were pinned back a bit. Eleanor was about to head over to her horse when Matt's voice caused her to pause. Oh, yeah that was her wasn't it. Maybe because she was used to bringing Dutchess around with her, and the mare had needed out anyway. She hadn't thought about Falcon and if Matt had even wanted to bring him out. That was a little stupid. And at this moment, she actually felt a bit... Bad? Sorry? And then Matt apologized and somehow that made it worse. "No, I'll admit your right it wasn't a great idea. We can figure things out later, and I'm guessing your hand isn't good." Eleanor mumbled, before she grabbed her lead rope from the fence and began walking for Dutchess. He should probably go deal with his hand anyway, if the rope had done anything. Not that she actually cared, she just felt a little guilty. Plus it wouldn't help with planning. Mhm. •~• "We should meet up at that clearing you mentioned. At some point, later." She said over her shoulder, and Eleanor closed her mouth to keep herself from spilling other random stuff out. She clipped the rope on the mare's halter but didn't try and move Dutchess yet, letting the mare continue and stare out at the noise source that had faded a little. Patting Dutchess's neck, Eleanor waited until the mare was comfortable enough to leave. |
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Admittedly, Matt was rather surprised at Eleanor's response to his snapping, it being much calmer than he had expected. Granted, he had apologised right after, but she didn't even need to acknowledge that though she did. Honestly, he was somewhat glad. It saved another useless argument, meaning they could get their conversation over and done with quicker. Which he wanted more than anything right now. Matt watched Eleanor as she started to speak, though her words were barely an echo in his mind at first. Why rope burns hurt so much was beyond him. It was like getting a paper cut - small wound, a huge inconvienve pain wise. His gaze caught hers as she finished speaking, trying his best to hide the surprise still lingering. "It's...fine. I'll probably be down in the barn in the evening so come and find me then and we can go." There. Somewhat civil. - He tightened the slack of the lead rope and turned, leading Falcon out the arena with the hand that wasn't injured, keeping the other one pressed against his side to avoid stupid people asking stupid questions. It was a common occurrence round here, after all. He put Falcon away, quickly checking the gelding over before shutting the stall door, only then turning around to be greeted by Dylan, who was grinning largely as per usual. Matt often wondered what it was like to be so...happy all the time. Maybe it was because he hadn't gone a single saturday in a while without being blackout drunk. "Alright? How's the event stuff going?" He asked, falling into step besides Matt, who was just pulling small hairs from the lead rope out of the wound in his hand. "It's not really...going. Nothings happened yet." He mumbled, to which Dylan simply shoved him playfully as they walked through the barn doors and outside. "I forgot you were paired with Eleanor, your favourite. I'm sure she's not that bad, y'know?" He asked. Matt shot him a glare, then proceeded to shake his head in response. There were no words needed between either of them, obviously. - The two stopped outside one of the paddocks, Dylan leaning against the fence as he watched his own horse graze peacefully in the distance. Matt watched the mare too, his gaze flitting between her and another mare the other side of the paddock. The second looked similar to Dutchess, with the same graceful build, and seemingly calm demeanour. What had him thinking about Eleanor's horse, he had no idea, but that only had him thinking about her for a split second too. No, stop. That was ridiculous. "Matt." A voice suddenly said. Dylan was stood in front of him now, arms crossed. "You didn't hear what I said?" - For a while, the two stood by the paddock and talked, the rest of the academy life rushing to and fro. Some were going to classes, running up to the academy building as they tried to get there in the nick of time. Others were tacking their horses up for lessons, or hacks, seemingly peaceful and content. Then, others were arguing...As per usual. But everyone at least seemed calm, something Matt had struggled to keep the feeling of since Hollowhearts came here. It had been about a month now, and although he swore to himself he hated Eleanor, she was almost constantly in the back of his mind. Dylan said his goodbyes and made his way to the barn for a lesson, leaving Matt stood there with his thoughts. |
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Eleanor hung around for a few more minutes after Matt and Falcon left. Eventually Dutchess seemed content and she led the mare out of the paddock and back to the barn, taking her time to get there. She just finished with Matt for the time, she didn't want to run into him again until she had too. Which was later that evening in the barn, from the looks of it. And hopefully did not end up with them hiding from a staff member, or well her hiding from a staff member again. She knew they most likely would not be out that late, but that night had stuck with her. One, yes because because she could've been caught and she didn't know how bad that would've ended up. And two, the weirdness of that night. Even with Matt having been the one that had gone out and talked to Joe. The bits of conversation she had picked up and noises from the tack room had still rubbed her the wrong way. •~• When Eleanor got to the barn she decided it was not her problem anymore and she needed to keep track of what she's doing right now instead. She didn't put Dutchess in her stall, instead tying the mare and pulling out her phone. She leaned on a empty stall door and texted Lisa. "Wanna move the ride for later to now?" Eleanor stared at her phone, maybe a little more intentionally then needed. Her own lessons had been short to begin with today. After a couple minutes that felt like hours Lisa replied. "Sure. My class is almost done. Meet you at the start of the short trail." Eleanor shoved her phone back into her pocket and began checking Dutchess over and cleaning her just a bit. When she headed into the tack room to grab Dutchess's stuff she slowed her walk to stare at a rack. 'Wasn't there a saddle there this morning?' Eleanor knew that was a dumb thought, of course someone took it out to use to ride or along those lines. Didn't even know why she stopped to question it in the first place. She shook her head and walked back out. •~• She finished tacking Dutchess up and fished the two remaining sugar cubes out of her pocket. She gave one to the mare then and then shoved Dutchess's head away when she tried to eat the second. "No more, you've had enough." She said firmly to the mare. She was going to put the last one away when she saw Falcon's stall she thought about it before walking over and stopping at the stall door. She didn't open it, she knew better then that. She studied the gelding then the cube in her hand. She wasn't sure if Falcon would take it, or if he even should. What if he's, she didn't know, allergic to them or something?! She might dislike his rider but she still wanted to be nice to the horse. Maybe she could get in his good side and make him turn on Matt. Kidding, of course. In the end she left without doing it, giving the gelding another, slightly sorry look before she went back to her own horse. •~• After Eleanor led Dutchess to the trails she waited until Lisa and Sunny joined up ten minutes later. Giving the two mare a moment to greet eachother, they set off down the trail. The conversations and their topics were all over the place. Eleanor had picked up on when they first met Lisa talked more the quieter it was and the less people there were. Lisa asked once about the event and how it was going for her. Eleanor gave the quick run down, making sure to add extra disdain into her tone when she described what happened. When they got to the village they chatted a bit more before they turned around and headed back. The ride back was a bit more quiet, but Eleanor didn't mind. |
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For the majority of the rest of the afternoon, Matt spent it up in the dorm, which wasn't something he usually did. He hated lounging around inside for ages when there was no reason too, especially at a place like Utopia. There was always something to do, whether it was go on a ride, help others with the barn chores, go to the village, or even just...walk the hacking trails. But, he was already tired, his head hurt, and he decided he'd had enough interaction for that day. Well, that was until he had to go down to the barn that evening to meet Eleanor. - Matt was sat on the couch when Dylan entered the dorm, and he looked up form his phone to speak. Only then was he promptly shut up by the sight of Harry, one of Dylan's friend and a former Utopia rider, entering behind him. Harry was kicked out of the academy a fair few months ago, for assault allegations. Well, he called them allegations like there wasn't video evidence of him fighting a staff member for a solid ten minutes. Matt didn't say anything to the two and stood up, grabbing his key card. He hated Harry. Always had, always will. The guy came from old money, and boy did he act as rich as he was, he was an asshole. How Dylan could tolerate Harry, was beyond him. - Ignoring Harry's muttered comment, he stuffed both his phone and the keycard into his pocket and slipped out, slamming the door behind him. Couldn't stay in the dorm, so he had no option other than to go back down to the barn either way despite having no reaosn too. Either that or stay in the barn lounge, which at this time of day would be filled with people. Matt ran a hand through his hair in frustration and made his way down to the barn, the familiar smell of horses hitting him immediately. He slipped into the tack room to grab Falcon's grooming set, knowing the gelding would have likely managed to get himself dirty simply just stood in his stall. Plus, it was relaxing grooming the gelding. As he grabbed the bag, Matt's eyes scanned over an empty saddle peg, and he stopped for a second. That was...odd. Yeah, it was a riding academy, someone could have just...gone out for a ride, obviously. However the saddle that wasn't there was an insanely expensive one, and was rarely used for regular riding, more for showing. And there were definitely no shows going on, on a weekday. Plus it wasn't showing season yet. Matt tore his gaze away from the empty saddle peg and left, shaking his head. It could simply just be taken in for being cleaned, it was dumb to dwell on it. But now that he thought of it, the showing halters still weren't back either. - For the next twenty minutes, Matt groomed Falcon absentmindedly, every now and then glancing around the barn as people walked in and out. He hadn't seen Dutchess' head pop over the stall door at all, so she was probably out - meaning Eleanor was too. Thank God. Matt finished up with Falcon and stuffed the set back into the grooming bag and took it back to the tackroom. As he went to leave, a familiar figure was stood in the doorway. Joe. Matt stared at him for a second, eyes dropping down to the empty bag he was holding. Joe looked somewhat stunned, a slightly strange reaction for someone that was well...entering a tack room. Did he not expect others to be there? It was broad daylight. "Matt!" Joe said eventually, holding the bag with both hands behind his back. "I've come to take some uh...tack. For cleaning." He said. That would explain why the showing saddle was gone at least, if it was cleaning day for the tack. Still, something seemed off. "You're not working today." Matt spoke quietly. An unfamiliar look flashed across Joe's face, before he masked it with a frustrated look. "That doesn't mean I can't help out. Come on, move." Matt raised his eyebrows in response, shoving past Joe. Something was evidently wrong, though Matt just could not place his mind on what. |
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Once her Lisa got back from the trail, the topic of conversation switched once more to the sponsor event. Lisa was talking about what Samuel and her had planned. Eleanor nodded along, commenting here and there but not fully into the conversation. Everyone seemed so happy about this event, and Eleanor wouldn't lie and say she wasn't too. There was just so much more pressure then she had been expecting at first. When they reached the barn both girls dismounted outside before leading the horses in. "Oh, Katherine wanted me to ask if you wanted to come to the library for a 'Study group,' tonight. Sam and me already agreed though I doubt much will be studying. More so Kat gossiping." Lisa said the last bit under her breath but Eleanor picked up on it and chuckled a little. And then she remembered and sighed. "Can't. Meeting up with Matt later to discuss things." She responded, untacking Dutchess while Lisa waited off to the side with Sunny. •~• "Aw, ditching us for that guy? Don't have too much fun." Lisa said it with such a normal face that anyone would've thought she was being serious. But Eleanor knew her friend and detected the hint of amusement hidden in there. "You caught me. I'm ditching my poor friends to go hang out with a guy who I have labeled as my absolute worst enemy." The sarcasm was clear in her tone, and Lisa raised a brow before both grinned at each other. She finished brushing Dutchess down and put the mare back in her stall, who went straight to eating with a happy neigh and tail swish. She then went back to where Lisa was untacking Sunny. "Why do you think the instructors think that Matt and me are some how the best pair?" Eleanor asked after a few minutes of watching, leaning her head on the wall. Lisa shrugged while taking Sunny's bridle off. "Believe it or not, the few times I've even seen you guys in a class like jumping together, you do well. Minus everything else. Plus you have skills, and there's no denying Matt isn't bad either." Lisa answered and Eleanor gave a slightly dramatic gasp. "Did you just compliment my enemy?!" She teased. "Did you deny it?" Lisa shot back, and she let out a huff, not giving a answer. Before she followed as Lisa put Sunny in her stall. •~• As the two were moving to leave the barn, Eleanor heard something from the tack room. Her steps slowed as she looked over at the door, and saw the back of someone. Not very helpful in identifying them. Was it Joe? The clothes looked similar to what she's seen the instructor wear. Why was he here again? He was talking with someone, or was it arguing? She couldn't tell. But she didn't have time to think anymore because Lisa tugged her arm and she hurried to follow her friend. They both walked up the path to the dorms together, both going to their rooms. When they hit Lisa's room first her friend's demeanor was back to her usual quiet self. "Send a SOS to the group chat if you need one of us to save you later." Lisa said before closing her door. Eleanor gave a thumbs up, knowing her friend was joking. Mostly. Eleanor headed for her own room, taking a quick shower and changing into a pair of shorts and a dark pink t-shirt, and putting her hair up into a quick, slightly messy braid. •~• Even if it was cooler with the clouds, she threw her window open anyway and welcomed the slight breeze that came in at the right moment. She sat down at her desk and shoved her sketchbook aside to pull out a notebook, flipping to a empty page. She tapped her pen on the paper, writing event at the top. Hey, she needed to kill time. So she wrote down stuff they needed to figure out and stuff they had somewhat figured out. Might as well start planning when she had the mind for it, and it somewhat kept her thoughts off other things. Eleanor swapped between writing notes, sketching, or going through her phone as time slowly passed. |
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