I'm literally about to ruin it and make things more awkward looll)

Emily silently left, feeling bad again. Her interactions with Tim had gone from enjoyable to day-ruining in a single day. It made her upset. Sighing, she went to see her ponies, getting caught up in grooming them for the millionth time that day. Finally, she was able to tack Mya up and lead her to the outdoor arena, she and Tristan deep in conversation as they walked out together. It seemed more light-hearted now than before, however.

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Open.

As soon as she's left,Tim leans back in his chair not sure what to do with himself.His head just seemed to be repeating a panicked 'oh god' over and over again.

What the he'll was he thinking?The pair could hardly manage a normal flowing conversation,And now he'd agreed to a how many mile road trip?Alone.Who else was going to be there to break the awkward silences?The horses - Yeah right.

He runs his hand along his forehead a few times before feeling the urge to walk.He needed to move,This office suddenly felt so clostraphobic.

Tim wanders down to his stables,Making sure to avoid anywhere near to the arena as much as possible.

"Good, keep her there, no more," Tristan's voice was echoing through the stable as he helped Emily with the mare. After a few moments, a, "perfect, Emily," followed. Then, some quieter tones of instruction, which carried from the arena back to the barn. The pair soon dispersed, Emily going in the direction of her seemingly empty dorm, and Tristan going in the direction of the gym. He hadn't found Oskar yet, but assumed he would when the young man was ready.

-She came back to the dorm and shuts the door behind her then she walked over to her bed then lays down with the covers over her and closed her eyes as she has finally started to drifted off to sleep-

Tim had arrived at his pairs Stall,standing to look at Boomer before frowning as he stops at Looneys.Something seemed off.He slips inside,clipping his headcollar on before walking him out.He let's out a groan,Biting his lip.The gelding seemed lame,Or his hocks felt hot enough to be.But he wasn't sure,And he couldn't see anyone to walk his gelding for him to see.

He gives his gelding a pat,walking his gelding backwards down the barn aisle and trying to assess his walk from the front.Tim had no idea as to where he was going,And looked incredibly silly trying to crouch along like a crab and keep pace with his youngsters walk.

(yes she is on her bed playing her guitar very quietly)

Gabriella Hemmings | F | 13 | Eventing | The Chancler | M: Savanna.

GAbriella played for a few more minutes then put her guitar away and texted her friend Ashton. Gabriella smiled as she texted her silly friend. She looked up and noticed Savanna walk in. She nodded then layed back well still texting her friend.

Noah | HJ/E | Tim, Open

Noah was wandering the stables in a very bored fashion when he noticed Tim struggling with his horse. He didn't want to help, why should he? Wasn't there staff for that? Sitting on the fence of the arena, Noah watched Tim in a very humored fashion for more than a few moments, not really having anywhere else to go or anything else to do. Were there no girls his age here to chase around?

Tim had continued like this for a good few minutes before standing with a frustrated grunt,

"The one time I actually need someone and they've all bloody disappeared.."

He mutters,Before glancing up to see someone perched on the fence,Obviously finding his Lame tactic hilarious.Tim let's out an irritable groan,furrowing his eyebrows a little.He didn't do people who were unwilling to aid others whatsoever,

"Hey - Late comer?- Get over here and wipe the smirk off your face hmm?"

He says in a calm yet firm tone,ignoring his feeling to blush as Tim was frankly more concerned with his gelding right now.Not to mention he was pretty crabby already from earlier events.

Noah crossed his arms, a sly, mischevious smirk reaching his boyish face. "And why should I, what fun would that be?" His accent was a mysterious mix of Australian and possibly... Irish? Which caused his words to be just a bit difficult to understand. Yet, his tone and the message he was trying to convey were more than clear.