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[briony]

"Good boy M," A girl's voice rang through the indoor arena that was somewhat quiet, minus the pounding sound of hooves as they cantered away from a small jump that was set to two feet. The horse moved swiftly around the arena. The rider, Briony Fontaine, focused on the jump that her horse, Mango, had just cleared. Aiming to go over it again, Briony tugged at the left rein, pressed the right on the horses neck, leading him around a turn toward the colorful obstacle. Nearing it, Mango cantered a few stride before Briony squeezed her lower leg, asking the warmblood to lift off the ground and go over the jump. Mango managed to take the que and leaped over the small jump, barely missing the pole by a small inch. Obviously Briony would have to get more energy out of him in order to get more clearance. But, since Mango gave an effort, Briony gently pulled at the reins saying a slow "Whoa" until he slowed from a canter to a walk. "Good job!" she added, giving him a pat on the neck.

Holding her reins under her arm, Briony removed her black leather riding gloves, shoving them in the pockets of her blue, puffy vest. Her hands needed to breath for a second, all while probably getting chapped from the coldness. Even though she was inside in the indoor arena, she was still sort of cold from being outside earlier. Riding breeches weren't exactly the warmest form of clothing, you know. Sometimes she wish she would have asked her Mom to send her the winter riding clothes she had back at home, but she totally forgot. So, she was left with having to layer, unfortunately.

"I think we'll try that jump again, M. What do you think?" Bri didn't expect an answer of course and would have him try to go clear the jump anyways. Briony asked him for a canter again on the correct lead and pulled at the rein so he was cantering to the jump again. Extended his stride, Briony got that extra bit of energy Mango needed to get over the jump with out coming too close to the rail. "Good!" Briony praised as Mango cantered forward to the side of the arena. Slowing him back down to a trot, and then a walk. Bri was quite pleased with Mango, so she decided he could use a minute or two to walk around before she went to raise the jump up a little.

The arena was quite again. The sounds from Mango's hooves dragging in the dirt were minimal and the English saddle briony sat in squeak only a little. It was sort of, in a way, peaceful, but then again, she didn't really like it being all too quite because then it would be way too easy from Mango to get spooked by a random noise. Breaking the silence, Briony looked up at Mango's ear saying, "You did good on that jump, mate. Now only if you did that at our last show!" Sure, she was talking to herself, but she would call it a pep talk of sorts.

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[teresa amber patterson]

its coming.. just give me some time.. i'm having slight muse troubles D:

[luke turner]

A showdown at dusk,
This old town is lost,
I'm flat on my back
And I can't see through the dust.

But you never told me that I was worthy,
You didn't let me live just to hurt me.

Luke rubbed his hands together and blew warm breath on them, continuing to rub his hands together until eventually he shoved them into his pockets. Despite all of his warm clothes it was difficult to get warm until he actually started some work. Luke had come in in the afternoon after working at the restaurant. He was walking away from his car and towards the stable. He struggled to walk in places where the snow had frozen overnight and was beginning to thaw a bit. It was slippery and Luke caught himself once or twice before he nearly fell.

He was swearing his signature beanie, a grey jacket with the collar turned up and some faded blue jeans. He still hadn't shaved and the stubble along his jawline was more prominent now along with the thin moustache he was growing on his upper lip. Luke hunched his shoulders up and walked a little bit quicker as he entered one of the buildings. It turned out to be the stalls for the geldings and stallions. He recognized one or two of the horses and gave them a quick pat but didn't seem too friendly with the horses. He hadn't quite grown attached to this place. He was just working off his probation with Mrs. Bridlewood. Luke was walking towards the other end of the building to fetch his list of chores from Mrs. Bridlewood but was stopped by one of the stablehands.

"Hey, listen, I'm running behind. Will you go set up a few of the jumps for a rider in the indoor arena? One of those figure of eights, two crosses and two uprights. About a metre or so. Thanks."

"But I..."

Nope, gone.

"Sure."

He called after the stablehand who was running off in the direction in which he had come. Luke shook his head but he smiled at the same time. He headed off in the opposite direction, having to leave the building to get to the indoor arena. He put his head down as a gust of wind blew his way. It felt like the wind was going to freeze him solid in mid-step. Luke rushed to open and close the door. Once he was in he let out a sigh of relief. No more cold winds. He looked up and spotted a rider on horseback, just letting her horse walk around the arena.

"Afternoon."

He called out to the rider, nodding his head in the woman's direction. He had stopped and stared for a little bit. She was an attractive woman and forgive Luke for being typically male. He headed off to the side of the arena where the rails were all lined up on the rack designed especially to hold them. He lifted up two of the metal poles that would hold up the rails and although it was obvious they were heavy, he managed to carry them both to the points where he would set up the jump. He placed them a good distance apart then walked back to fetch rails. On his way he met up with the warmblood and its rider. He smiled, waiting for them to pass then as he did, he looked back over his shoulder.

"That boot looks a bit loose. Want me to fix it?"

Luke asked, eyeing the strap that had come loose off of one of the horse's front legs. Since he was already on the ground he didn't see any use in her getting down especially to fix it.

Desperate
We will lift up our hands.
Stronger
We will rise up against.
Freedom
Is a part of us all
its time to let it go.


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status: complete
ooc: friends, friends. ^.^
lyrics: blisters and coffee by the classic crime

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