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There was clearly no point in arguing with Joe any further, the guy was becoming increasingly irritated. Strange for Joe's usual demeanour, Matt had rarely ever seen him angry, but he didn't think anything of it. He looked exhausted, so it was likely that. With a small sigh, Matt pushed past Joe and made his way back to Falcon, putting the gelding back inside the stall. As he slipped out and made his way back down the barn, Matt couldn't help but wonder what the instructor was actually...doing? Not only were people meant to clean their horses tack themselves, intstructors certainly weren't obligated or even meant too. They were allowed to help of course, but even then, they didnt just...haul bags of expensive tack around with them. It was supposed to be a process, to stop things from going missing. Whatever, maybe Matt was just overthinking the whole thing. - Matt made his way into the barn lounge eventually, seeing Dylan stood up by the kitchen island, making a drink. He made his way over to his friend, flicking a small puddle of water on the counter, in his direction. Dylan frowned, evidently ready to say something before realising it was Matt. "Do that again." He muttered, setting his glass down. "Touchy." Matt said with a smile, leaning against the counter. Dylan just rolled his eyes and directed his gaze onto him, quickly turning to put something back into a cupboard. "Why do you look so miserable anyway?" He asked, turning back around promptly. "I thought a sponsor event would be like...your thing. It has been in the past." Dylan finished. Matt bit the inside of his bottom lip in thought for a few seconds, eventually just shrugging. He couldn't tell anyone what Emma said, and he needed to remember that. "It's harder this time. I mean, I would never have been forced into a pair in the first place before, let alone with someone like Eleanor. She's frustrating, Dylan. Constantly sarcastic, constantly insulting, she takes any chance to throw any comment, and leaves at the first sign of any argument. She cannot at all hold her own. The only respect she actually has is for Falcon, and that's because she has no choice being here." Well, he'd blurted that out. Dylan just stood and stared for a second, a grin spreading across his lips. "That was a lot for someone you supposedly dislike. I don't think you hate her nearly as much as you make out, y'know." He said slowly. Matt opened his mouth to argue, but well...for some reason, he couldn't. Maybe Dylan was right. Sort of. - Instead, for the rest of the hour, the two fell into familiar conversation. Conversation about Harry, the event, the upcoming show season and of course, the major one at the end of the season. For the fact time was dragging itself on that day, the talk with Dylan had picked it up surprisingly fast. Before eiter of them knew it, they had to go. Dylan had to head out into the village to help out with things as he usually did, and Matt to the barn to meet Eleanor. He said his goodbyes and slipped out the lounge and into the barn, finding a waiting spot for her outside of Falcon's stall, watching the gelding move about and occasionaly come and nuzzle his arm. Whilst Matt waited, he couldn't get one single sentence out his head. I don't think you hate her nearly as much as you make out. It was stupid to think Dylan was right, but if he wasnt, then why on earth was Matt so bothered by it? |
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Eleanor have finished writing notes at some point and shoved the notebook into one of her desk drawers. Plugged her phone in, and then focused completely on sketching. She had finally finished the main part of her the sketch, before she began shading. Her head rested in her hand while the other used the pencil. Eleanor was just about as relaxed doing this as she would be out on a trail with Dutchess. If she hadn't gotten into the Academy for riding, she definitely would've gone to do something with art. Even when she was younger, if she wasn't doing something with a horse she always had a piece of paper and pencil with her. She glanced at the clock at some point, telling herself in about a hour she'd go down to the barn. •~• Eleanor closed her book her sat it aside before she got up from her desk and moved to sit on the edge of her bed. She was half tempted to grab a book and read, but couldn't be positive she'd not realize what time it was and read till midnight or something. So she settled for laying back and staring at the ceiling. It was just calming to do sometimes, what can she say. Her phone went off, she she rolled onto her side to see a text from her Dad. A simple 'How was your day.' Eleanor bit her lip before replying, also giving in small detail about the event. They chatted for a bit before her Dad sent a final good night message. She sat her phone back on the night stand before she got up from the bed, feeling just a tad bit better. It was the little things that mattered, that helped her feel better. Eleanor glanced at the clock once more. Twenty minutes before she had told herself she'd go. She closed her eyes for ten, dozing a little but never actually falling asleep. Eleanor unplugged her phone when it was fully charged for the final ten minutes and just scrolled through, mostly on anything about the school. •~• Eleanor headed out once the hour was up, and after she exited the dorms she got a text from Katherine. "I'm watching you!" Eleanor spun for a moment before taking a few steps back and looking up to see Katherine at one of the second floor windows. The two waved each other before Kat opened the window. "Where you off to?" Kat asked, leaning on the sill. Eleanor was half convinced her friend was gonna fall out. "Meeting up with Matt." She answered, relieved when Kat leaned back a bit. "Ooo. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Kat replied back, and Eleanor gave her a look. "It's for the event! Plus, you're one to talk." Eleanor answered again. Ignoring her friend's dramatic gasp, she waved over her shoulder and began down the path. Avoiding the speech that she knew Kat was gonna give if she stayed any longer. There was still a few other students out and about, she saw another pair or two that had been chosen for the event still off by some pastures, but is was definitely calmer. •~• Eleanor stuck her head in through the barn door first and looked around for no specific reason, then walked in. She went for Dutchess stall first but didn't enter, just stopped and looked over the mare quickly. Satisfied, she looked down both ends of the barn and there, spotted another figure. And who else would be by Falcon's stall? Matt was here, and hadn't ditched. Which... Until now she hadn't actually thought about him doing either. Weird. Eleanor walked over and paused a few steps in front of him. She gave a quick look over at the gelding, before looking back at him. "Still want to head out to that clearing?" Eleanor asked, and before she could stop herself she looked down at his hand. For the rope burn from earlier. Almost, almost asked if he was okay. She quickly tore her gaze away and focused on his eyes instead, which honestly wasn't much better. She had never been so anxious for a answer just so she could move away, back to Dutchess again. |
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Matt didn't mind that Eleanor took her time, in fact he was relieved. It gave him time to think peacefully. That was, until Falcon interrupted every few minutes by shoving his arm with his muzzle, clearly expecting either attention or food. For the most part, Matt complied with the first, though it got vey slight irritating after a while. Just as Falcon went to stuff his nose yet again into the crook of his arm, a familiar voice arrived. Matt turned slightly as Eleanor appeared, giving a light shrug at her question. "That's what I was waiting for." He spoke. No sarcastic tone, nothing malicious. In all honesty, he was't up for, nor did he feel the need to, argue with her tonight. Tomorrow was better. Matt caught Eleanor's gaze drop to his wounded hand, and back up to his eyes very, very quickly. A small smile played on his lips. "Your fault." He muttered. Okay, maybe one small comment could slip through. - Falcon directed his attention to Eleanor as the two stood there, stretching his head as far as he could out of the stall to recieve at least the smallest bit of attention from her. For a gelding that was scared of absolutely everything when it suited him, he was an incredibly social horse. Wary of shadows, not wary of complete strangers. Matt sighed quietly and turned his gaze back to Eleanor, his good hand gently stroking the geldings neck absentindedly. "It's probably better if we dont bring the horses down to the clearing. Or at least Falcon anyway, I can walk beside Dutchess if you'd rather bring her." Years of experience with Falcon had made it fairly easy to tell how fresh the gelding would be on a ride, just from his stall behaviour. And the constant nuzzling, slight nipping, and failure to stand still in the stall for more than a few minutes said a lot. Matt wasn't about to risk anything at all, let alone in a clearing with shadow after shadow from the sun starting to set. Plus, the trail with the clearing was the shortest one, so it wasn't a far walk. - Matt straightened up from leaning on the stall, dropping his eyes back to Eleanor. "Anyway, I'll wait outside the barn if you're bringing Dutchess, just don't take too long. If you aren't, catch up." He said quietly. The same small smile danced on his lips for a few seconds, as he made his way past Eleanor and down outside the barn entrance, waiting just by a paddock fence nearby. Strangely, he didn't feel as...on edge as he usually did in this stupid forced pairing. As long as she reciprocated, he felt as if he could at least be civil with Eleanor for tonight. Matt had absolutely no idea what the sudden change in feeling was that evening, but he was somewhat grateful for it. Less arguments, less stress - at least from his side anyway. Whether Eleanr would feel the same remained to be seen. |
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Eleanor rolled her eyes at Matt proclaiming it was her fault, but she didn't retaliate. Mainly because yes, she knew it was a bit of her fault. In some capacity. And did he have to add that stupid smile? Not matter how small it was it still got on her nerves. But despite that he didn't sound like he was aiming to insult, not in the usual way at least. Her attention drifted to Falcon who seemed to be constantly seeking attention at the moment. And the gelding now wanted some from her, which shocked her a little bit. The gelding spooked easily and she had assumed that also meant he'd prefer his space and such as well. That's why she did her best to keep Dutchess from getting too close. And the same for herself at times, like earlier when she wasn't sure if she should have given the gelding that sugar cube or not. Eleanor looked at Falcon then Matt then back, before she rubbed the the other side of Falcon's neck. Just a quick movement, less then a minute, but she smiled a little. •~• Eleanor nodded at Matt's reasoning of not bringing the horses, or more specifically Falcon with them. Eleanor didn't know how far in this clearing was but if Matt seemed good with walking there it probably wasn't that far. Not that she had a problem with walking, it just felt better to ride most of the time, at least for her it was. When Matt moved, she waited until he went past before she followed. "Okay." Eleanor said simply, splitting off to Dutchess's stall. She stopped outside the mare's stall, who seemed to be either asleep or in some state of dozing. Well guess that answered the question of if she's bringing the horse or not. Eleanor didn't have the heart to wake Dutchess even if the mare wouldn't be asleep for too long. She left the stall and headed out of the barn, pausing her steps outside to look around for a moment. She spotted Matt over by one of the paddocks and headed over. •~• "Just me, Dutchess is staying." Eleanor said once she was a few feet away, giving a shrug. She gesture with a hand for Matt to lead the way, and fell into step besides him, though a inch or two behind. As they began down the trail, at first she kept her eyes on anything but the boy besides her. At the trees, the leaves, hell she kept her eyes focused on a bird even after it disappeared from view. The mood wasn't as tense as it usually was, and that made her squirm internally. It didn't feel right, to not be trading little comments or have the air feel a bit hostile even for this long. But it didn't feel wrong somehow either. Eleanor brushed some loose hair from her braid out of her face before she finally looked at him. She studied him for a moment, realizing that while she noticed, she hadn't actually really stopped and looked at him. Taller then her, of course she saw that part. His hair dark but not black, and his stupid light hazel eyes. Eleanor noticed the rings too, having not paid attention until she had looked for that rope burn on his hand. Noticing this stuff was weird to her, per usual, she looked away again. Kicking a twig on the ground. This whole school has been a weird experience. •~• A tiny, little nosy part of Eleanor wanted to ask him about Hazel and if anything had happened with that after he told her that bit last week. But she also knew that wasn't her place to ask, and she shouldn't care about it. And the whole reason they were going to this clearing was to talk about the event, so Eleanor felt like that should be saved until they got to their destination. She needed a causal conversation, something that wouldn't be hard to talk like civil people about. But it was easier said then done to think of one. "How long have you had Falcon?" Simple enough, or Eleanor thought so at least. |
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Matt didn't reply to Eleanor as she mentioned she wasnt bringing Dutchess, and instead nodded quickly and started off down to the trail as per her gesture. As per usual, his mind was dancing around all over the place, about various events of the day. It was...strange, very strange, for him. Before Hollowhearts had come to Utopia academy, Matt had rarely had problems with stress, thoughts racing to this extent or overthinking anything. Well, unless Falcon was involved of course. But then that was to be expected with a gelding like him. However with Eleanor it was...weird. She got under his skin much more than any of her fellow riders had - and boy were they irritating as well. - Her question cut through Matt's thoughts, and he brought himself back to reality, his blurred gaze subsiding, and the trail came back into view. "Eight years," He started, glancing at Eleanor momentarily. "My father bought him as a foal so I've had him for essentially all his life" The answer was simple, yeah, there wasn't much to really say. There wasn't a spectacular discovery made about Falcon. His father bought the gelding as a foal, from one of his friends who also happened to be a top breeder, and gave him to Matt at 12 to train up. Sure, he could have maybe elaborated a bit, but it was fine. Or he was just overthinking it, again. For what reason? Matt shifted aside to avoid walking right into a long rather thick branch, regaining his composure quickly again so he could speak. "What about you? How long have you had Dutchess?" He asked, returning the question in a somewhat civil tone. - Despite the fact it was summer, and the sun was setting, it was strangely dark on the trail. The walk wasn't long though, nd they arrived at the clearing fairly shortly after he asked his question. He turned off and pushed slightly though a few weeping trees, revealing exactly what he'd called it: A simple clearing. It was pretty, though. The ground was dried grass, littered with small white flowers from the weeping trees that surrounded it. Through one of the gaps from the trees, there was a small river trickling, creating a constant ambient noise, and two thich logs poised side by side, that pretty much anyon that went there used as seats. Simple, but peaceful. Much more peaceful than the constant chattering and sounds of horse hooves back at the academy. Matt sat down on the log on the right, not saying anything so he could give Eleanor the chance to actually answer her question, though his gaze lingered on her for a few seconds. |
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"Wow, eight years..." Eleanor mumbled, looking up when Matt suddenly turned and headed through some weeping trees? She blinked but followed, making her own way through and stopped to look around. Alright, this was quite pretty, like a budget version of something in a fairytale or what not. That wasn't a insult, no it really was quite pretty. She glanced at the small white flowers, and had the idea to braid them into Dutchess mane. Maybe she could bring the mare another time and do just that. She walked over to the sound of water, looking down at the water. It looked quite clean, she wondered if it led to. A mystery for another time, that's not what she was here for. She walked back to where she saw Matt had moved to sit on one of two logs. Eleanor sat down as well, not overly close but not at the furthest point away either. She rested her elbows on her knees, thinking of how to answer his question. •~• "Three years now. She was about three and I was sixteen when I got her." Eleanor answered. After his words, she couldn't help but wonder what it would've been like to have Dutchess as a foal. Though maybe she was more of a terror as a foal, maybe she avoided some catastrophe. Even then, Eleanor still had to work to train Dutchess within the three years before she went to the Hollowhearts Academy. The year when she applied she had actually been thinking about bringing one of her Dad's horses instead, unsure if Dutchess was trained enough. But she had scrapped that plan when she begun doing dressage with the mare and in the end brought her. There was still things she was learning about her horse of course, but she'd like to think her and Dutchess had a bond. At least as horse and rider. •~• Eleanor sat straighter, stretching her legs out and placing her hands on either side pn the bark. She leaned back a little, watching the sky. She couldn't really see where the sun was but she had the idea it was getting pretty low. Time to talk about what they came here to discuss in the first place. "Sooo... The event. Emma said we were the best pairing, which still doesn't make sense. But I guess we're gonna have to suck it up and work on this. Obviously we can't do much until we know who the sponsor is, but I guess there's a thing or two we can work on." Eleanor rolled her head to the side to look at him. What she was most looking forward to doing herself, despite everything was the visual planning. •~• (Short :<) |
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Don't worry about it, likely me too as I am so so tired lol) - Matt listened to Eleanor's answer, just sort of nodding slowly in response rather than really saying anything. His gaze followed her as she sat down next to him, though he tore it away to watch a small animal dart through the trees just opposite them. It was most definitely a good idea to not bring Falcon here, he would have acted as if a small animal rustling leaves was a ticking time bomb or something. Although they didn't move, so they would not spook him. A small smile passed for a few seconds at the first part of her second sentence, and he looked at her properly - actually looking. Not the same sort of passive stare he usually had when talking to her. "I guess that means that out of the Hollowhearts students that moved here, the staff rate you the highest." He spoke, his head tilted ever so slightly as he leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his knees. - For a few seconds, Matt just sort of...thought. Eleanor was right, they couldn't do much at all until Emma had told them who the sponsor was. Who was possibly big enough to have all of the staff hae to reiterate how serious this was, how beneficial it would be, but have the students work on the whole thing. With no staff interference at all? It seemed...odd. And to not be told only made this ten times harder. "I mean if you're creative enough, we're still able to work the visual parts of it. Signs, decorations, how we'd keep the place clean on the day if that works." He spoke eventually, staring out at the trees opposite. - There was one thing he simply just could not get off his mind, and despite his lack of enthusiasm about speaking to Eleanor about anything that was not to do with the sponsor event, he had no idea who else to ask. So, he turned to her. "Have you noticed anything odd about Joe?" The question was sudden, somewhat out of nowhere. But no one else he even spoke too spent as much time and Eleanor did in the barn. Plus, she was there the night that Matt first saw Joe lurking, and there was a chance - albeit a small one, she was hiding inside the feed room, - that she had noticed it too. Deciding the question alone was a bit strange, Matt elaborated. "I mean have you seen him where he's not meant to be, or carrying tack randomly? I've caught him twice now with what's probably the most expensive tack in bags with an excuse of 'cleaning days' or something." |
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Matt was quiet for a bit, and Eleanor didn't fill the silence right away. She went back to looking around the clearing, still taking in that Utopia had a little, beautiful place like this. In fact the more time she spent here at Utopia, the more she was finding the place quite pretty itself. The Academy itself just... Fit she didn't know how to describe it. The trails were nice enough, and she'd grown a little fond of riding to the village. She still didn't really talk with anyone there but it was nice to watch people go about there life. Whoa, no Eleanor is not considering that this place is better then the Hollowhearts Academy. She was just pointing out the pros, that's all. She had a whole list of cons that definitely out did the pros. •~• Matt spoke about the visuals and Eleanor picked at some of the bark besides her. "Yeah, I guess that's true. The outline ideas would be do-able with the little info. As for keeping it clean half of that would have to be hoping other riders have it in their minds to help keep it clean." She could've fit a jab at Utopia riders in there, she knew that. She hadn't felt like it though, for some reason. Maybe she wanted to keep from breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the place. And Matt had said earlier that no-one really came here, which confused her. Why would people not want to come sit in this clearing, relax? Not that Eleanor was complaining, it gave Matt and her a area to talk, for the most part privately. •~• When the name Joe came from Matt Eleanor turned her full attention to him. Not before quickly glancing around the clearing though. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to make sure no one else was around. Not like they were discussing something Illegal or anything of the sort. It was just a instructor for goodness sake. Eleanor was about to question what he meant but Matt thankfully elaborated. And it made more sense what he was asking. She stopped fiddling with the bark and rested her hands in her lap, tilting her head the slightest at him. "No, I haven't ran into him specifically like you say you have. But I've noticed things missing, I thought I was just imagining stuff." Eleanor paused as she went through her mind, trying to recall what all she had noticed. If Matt thought something was up with Joe, and she wouldn't deny he would know the instructor better. Then maybe she wasn't being just paranoid. •~• "I've seen a few saddles missing, and maybe a halter or two. Maybe some riders just haven't returned tack after using it?" Eleanor knew it didn't make much sense once it left her mouth. Even if another student had used tack for a extended time, or even left it somewhere, it still would've found it's way back at some point, some way. But 'cleaning days' or anything wouldn't last this long either. Maybe they were both being paranoid, but she knew deep down that couldn't be the case, right? "At most, I've had a weird feeling around him since the feeding room incident. But to mean he's always seemed a little odd. You probably know him better than me though." She finished. This is not what she expect be brought up for discussion, and now the event was not the first thing on her mind. |
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"Shockingly, you weren't going insane." Matt said, that same smile playing on his lips for a few seconds. He looked away from Eleanor though, instead deciding the gently swaying trees beside him were the most interesting thing there. Hey, the comment wasn't harsh by all means, so what was the issue? Well, it was obvious or at least it should have been. Matt had a teasing nature, it came naturally, but to people he was close with, or comfortable around. Not with, well...people like Eleanor. Or at least it wasn't meant too, anyway. He quickly brought this thoughts back as she carried on speaking though, shaking his head after a few seconds. "The majority of riders here know not to 'forget to bring things back.' Everything is usually accounted for, it's just not something that...happens here, I guess." He mused. The Utopia riders were careful with things like that. If not? They'd be reprimanded harshly, even if they were more than well off enough to just buy new tack. It was a huge relief that Eleanor had also at least sensed something was up, and Matt wasn't just overthinking the situation. Explaining this to someone who hadn't seen or at least had an off feeling about Joe would make Matt sound like the insane one. - "A little odd?" Matt asked, his tone that of clear questioning. He was slightly amused by the comment on Joe, although he did his best to not let that show - not that he was doing an amazing job at all. "Joe's probably the most normal staff member you could get around here, despite the fact he's a litte too laid back when it comes to rules." Matt explained, shifting his position slightly. "But yeah the feeding room was...odd. He was desperate for me to let him go, carrying some sort of bag of the showing halters." Matt thought absentmindedly back to that night, his mind wandering past the incident with Joe and more on how they both ended up there that night, at the same time. How strange the odds really...were. Whatever, it didn't matter anyway. "I'm saying just keep an eye on him, if you can." He added, bringing his mind back to reality. - The two spoke about Joe for a little longer before it fell silent, the conversation having fizzled out a fast as it started. There wasn;t much more to really say other than something was wrong, the same sentence in a bunch of different fonts. For a few seconds, Matt let the silence pan out, just sort of sweeping his gaze over the clearing contentedly. It was surprising to him as to why he didn't feel the same irritation towards Eleanor's presence, why he didnt feel the need to shoot sarcastic comments towards her or start an argument. Matt put it down to how late it was, and how peaceful the overall atmosphere was, but deep down he knew that wasn't the case. He just didn't know what was the reason. - "Seeing as we're limited on what we really can do, I'll try and pry the information out of Emma tomorrow. We can work on the jumping routine though?" He asked, remembering what Emma had said. She hadn;t let on too much about what sort of routine they were meant to be doing, but he knew a few details. One jumping course that the pairs performed - not together but one person after the other in the pair. Enough to impress the sponsors, but not too difficult that the horses couldn't manage it. That was manageable, right? They didn't have the arena nor the horses with them now, but they could at least discuss some things. Height, number of jumps, how difficult to make it. |
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"Most normal? Huh." Eleanor mumbled to herself. Guess she found him odd because he's not the type of instructor she'd used to. The instructors back at her Academy had been more... Distant was one way to put it. No out of class chat, no questions you could really ask unless it had to do with a lesson. Eleanor hadn't minded, it was still a good Academy in the end and she learned what she went there to learn. Utopia seemed like to opposite. The instructors still kept some form of professionalism but were more open then she was used to. Well maybe minus the Equine Management class teacher. Eleanor didn't deny it was nice, having things more free. Even if she had heard a Utopia rider complaining a week or two back at some of the new rules that had been made when the Hollowhearts showed up. She could get used to this, not that she wanted to... •~• That part she didn't know, having not seen the interaction between Matt and Joe that night. He had some of the showing halters, that late at night? Scenarios played out in her mind, half of them she didn't like nor did they make sense. Matt made it sound like Joe wasn't a bad guy, and Matt knew him more. Maybe he really is just cleaning things and is just going about it in a really odd way? Eleanor was trying to rationalize her thoughts, but it was hard. "Yeah I'll... Pay more attention if I run into him or notice something." Eleanor agreed. Maybe she could even get Katherine or the siblings to help her. She was half glad the topic of Joe didn't last longer, even if it just left her with more questions. In the end for once they both seemed to agree on something, Joe was acting odd. If things don't show back up surely other people will notice? As silence once more fell around the clearing, Eleanor's attention again drifted elsewhere. She put any worry about the Joe situation to the back of her mind, no use dwelling on it right now. That was for her to randomly drag up at midnight and think over. Her gaze wandered over to Matt, noticing he seemed just as peaceful. Eleanor couldn't help but wonder if he came here often, alone or with Falcon. If he found the clearing on his own or if someone else showed him. She didn't have time to question herself why she was curious about things Matt's done because he was talking again. •~• "Working on the routine would be a good way to kill time. As long as it's not the most complicated thing in existence, Dutchess should be able to handle it. You mentioned you do jumping with Falcon, right? What's his level? You two seem good at it with the little stuff we do in class." Eleanor didn't even take a moment to worry about if that sounded like a compliment. She was going over it mentally instead. Dutchess would be able to do up to a triple bar, though the mare might get a bit agitated if there's too many jumps. Eleanor hadn't done actual jumping in longer then she would've liked, having focused more on Dressage lately. She'll have to remember to practice more. From what she remembered from the past couple sponsors at Hollowhearts, it shouldn't be too hard if Utopia isn't much different. More for show then actual competition. The topic of the jumping routine stuck longer then the one about Joe, and Eleanor relaxed more throughout it. It was easier to chat about horses and riding, even with Matt. It was some form of common ground. •~• (Wanted to get it out quickly before I went out lol.) |
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