Dressage Class, New Term. (Timetable Students)

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Students that SHOULD ATTEND according to their timetables.[/u]

• Anna Hunt
  
• Seamus O'Byrne
  
• Spencer Dalca
  
• Max Carter
  
• Serena van der Woodsen
  
• Shannon Davidson
  
• Connor Greene
  
• Simon Greene
  
• Lily-Mae Redman
  
• Jamie Robinson
  
• Zachary Clarke
  
• Ieuan Rees
  
• Finn Brady
  
• Remii Locke
  
• Harry North

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Will scowled as he entered the yard, unsure why he was in a bad mood. He guessed that it was to do with the fact that he had a bunch of annoying kids to deal with for the next hour or so, this wasn't something that he was looking forward to. He wondered how many difficult students he'd have in his class. He didn't know any of the ones on his list personally, he'd heard a little bit about some of them from the other students. He recognized the last name of the school principal, and had heard a few of the names before. But he wouldn't know any of them from sight. He was looking forward to seeing what talent he could nurture though. There had been a change in the timetables, or something or other, he hadn't really been paying attention. So he'd forgotten all about those he had taught before. A new slate.

"Chuckie." he said softly to the Chestnut Andalusian gelding. The equine snorted softly and came closer to the stall door. He didn't swing his head over, he was still a little too shy to do that. Will had decided to leave TC in the room for this lesson, especially as he was planning on riding Chuckie. The gelding was too spooky as it was, and if TC was running around the place, there would be no hope in Chuckie behaving accordingly. Reaching in to pat the gelding gently, he then left to collect tack. He selected the simple black snaffle bridle along with black saddle upon a while saddle pad which sat nicely on Chuckie's bright chestnut pelt. Picking up black dressage sport boots too, he left the tack room once again. Placing all the tack down carefully outside Chuckie's stall, the saddle over the door and the bridle hooked on the hook outside, he went into the stall and led the gelding out. He tied him up outside and set about grooming the equine quickly.

Will secured the final boot around Chuckie's delicate leg and straightened up. Chuckie looked down and then at Will, before going back to snuffling the bucket in front of him. Will rolled his eyes and pulled down the stirrups before hauling himself up into the saddle. Adjusting the girth accordingly, he dug his heels into his mounts' sides and coaxed him into a walk. They chose a leisurely pace toward the arena, Will allowed his steed to investigate all the things he wanted to. They were still earlier than they were supposed to be for the lesson, but that gave Will time to settle the antsy gelding. Letting themselves into the empty arena, he made Chuckie calm as they closed the gate behind them. He purposely made it slam shut, wanting to gage Chuckie's reaction. He was glad to see that he was much more relaxed with it now, Will had been working on that with him for weeks. Usually he flinched rather violently. Now he stood completely still, not even batting an eye lid. Will coaxed the gelding into a walk again, and then into a trot which quickly turned to extended trot. The horse complied beautifully, and Will had him circle the top half of the arena as he awaited his students to arrive, keeping his attention in various places so that he'd know when the first had arrived.

**I will add my own student characters after you have all added your own.

[Onzy]

Max groaned as he battled the chestnut gelding. Blaze had been fighting with him ever since he had bought the horse in from the paddock. During the grooming process, Blaze kept walking around, happy at the lack of any form of cross tie. In the end, Max had to settle for a quick brush down of the horse, making sure that all dust was removed. In the end though, his frustration had overcome, and he tied the horse to a ring outside the stall with a quick release knot. Blaze still caused havoc by tipping over the grooming box, as well as various items he could reach. Max just glared at his horse, and went to go fetch tack. The polished black tack was on the peg, and he balanced it all on one arm, his free one carrying navy blue polo wraps.

Blaze pricked his refined ears, and watched intently as Max approached with the tack. He gave a low wicker, and nudged him slightly harder than necessary. Setting down the polo wraps, Max put the bridle over the stall door, and went to put the saddle on first. The black sheepskin saddle pad and Wintec dressage saddle went on effortlessly, but Blaze puffed up as the girth was tightened. Max would tighten it the last few holes once they reached the arena, so he wasn't too bothered. The fight began with the bridle. A simple flash with snaffle was enough to send the gelding into a flat spin, but today he was being reliable, and only pulled his head slightly.

Finishing off with the polo wraps, Max was finally finished. It felt good, and he headed off to the class. His black field boots had been polished that morning, and he wore the usual of black breeches and a polo neck. Grey riding gloves covered his hands. Blaze walked with an easy grace, and occasionally threw a tantrum. By the time they reached the indoor arena, Max was in a foul mood again. The only thought that cheered him up was the fact that Ieuan would be taking the same class, that is if Ieuan even decided to pitch. Before he entered the arena, Max tightened the girth, making sure that Blaze wasn't puffing himself out. Gate! he called seeing the older male rider, and he entered the arena walking towards the middle.

Serena brushed the last of the mud from the mare's coat. She had been working with the horse for the last few months, ever since she had rescued the mare and her other gelding from an auction.Gawain, as the mare was named, was still skittish around other horses, so the dressage class would mark a new start for both of them. She braided a red ribbon into Gawain's tail, letting other riders know that the mare kicked, and it was also the reason why Serena rode towards the back of any group. Putting on the brushing boots, Serena grabbed her helmet, and proceeded towards the indoor arena. Maxi, her dog, trotted along faithfully, and stopped by the gate.

The coach seemed to be the one that was riding an Andalusian, but there was another student already present. One that appeared to be in a foul mood. Gate! she called, leading in the already skittish mare. Serena stood away from the other rider, one that seemed very familiar, but she couldn't place him.

I am riding Vic, Connor and I don't care what you say! he half shouted at his brother. The fact that they were arguing over a horse was pretty funny, but it was going to be a constant one. Connor stormed off in a huff, leading his own grey mount who had been gelded a day after his brother had bought the horse, i.e a month ago. Vic was saddled and waiting for Simon, a much calmer Vic that was. The gelding now had had enough exercise to keep the fizz at bay, and Simon was more than grateful for it.

Connor waited for a moment to cool off, and Doe watched him with curious eyes. Breathing deeply, Connor strode towards the arena, and Doe followed behind, showing off in every respect of the word. Grabbing his helmet from the stable block, he walked towards the arena, already feeling Doe tense up slightly when the gelding saw the four riders in the large area. There were many more to come though, if word of mouth was to be trusted.

Simon followed his brother, his twin, and they both entered at the same time, not speaking to each other. Connor went one way, and Simon the other. This would be an interesting time, and an interesting lesson, when the only thing that would be able to discern them were there horses. Simon knew that teachers usually had a rough time in recognising the differences between them, and it was always fun to confuse the faculty.

Shannon still preferred to use Blue for her lessons. The black was a patient, albeit not so smart, horse who had many dressage titles to his name. Not only that, but the gelding was hers, after she had raised him and her father rode him. They were both immaculately turned out, Shannon once again taking the time to plait the black gelding. It was relaxing, and provided a good time to bond with the horse. Her last class had been entertaining, but thanks to all the timetable changes, she knew that some people had fallen out. It wasn't like her though, and she had stuck around.

The arena already had a few riders, mostly male, but she didn't mind. So it was to be that she would be the fifth student out of how many. Blue snorted, and then neighed eagerly. Silly creature would most likely be bitten again like all the other times. Gate! she called, announcing her presence to the world. Her shyness usually came through in these large classes, and today was no exception. She ducked her head, and led in Blue, before closing the gate softly. She stood way from the rest of the group, and made sure to keep to herself.

[Lottii]

Anna smiled as she finished grooming Roy. The pretty liver chestnut's coat gleamed - even in her short time at the college, the girl had heard the strict reputation of the Dressage instructor. As a result, and as always wanting to make a good impression, the female had brought the pony in from the paddocks almost two hours ago to start work on him. Now Roy's spotless coat matched his neatly plaited mane and tail as Anna slipped on the plain white numnah and black dressage saddle. Both had been purchased on her recent shopping spree, spending the savings she had spent the year before college collecting for the purpose. The shiny tack worried her now though, would people think she was rich and stuck up? The shy female pondered this for a moment as she sorted the rest of the tack, before shaking her head and deciding it didn't matter. Roy lifted his head slightly, observing his owner. The gelding had wonderful manners, but he still snorted gunk all over Anna's jacket. The girl laughed gently, she wore a tracksuit jacket over her shirt, Roy had a habit of doing that.

Removing her tracksuit, she pulled on a Charles Owen hat and black, long boots. Clucking her tongue to Roy, the pair left the stable yard and headed for the indoor arena. Arriving late in the term meant most people already knew each other, but just as Anna started to worry about this, she recalled timetables had changed with the start of the new term and there would probably be several newcomers. Somewhat reassured, her hands smoothed out her black polo shirt and white jodhpurs. She approached the gate warily, hesitating before she called out the typical warning. "Gate!" The noise could hardly be described as a shout, but it was just about loud enough for those inside the arena to hear. Anna ducked her head as she led the gelding in, hiding her face as she blushed. Everyone would probably be looking at the newcomer as she entered.

Sighing slightly, she took Roy over into a space, avoiding most of the other students. When the girl felt like it, she could throw off her shy personality and become a confident girl who loved to catch the eye of males. For now though, she hovered near to one of the two girls already in the arena and conspiciously admired her black equine. The second girl already in the arena held a pretty mare, but the red ribbon in her tail made Anna decide to keep her distance. As for the males, well in this mood she didn't feel like approaching them. Or attracting them to her rather.

The customary, slightly manic grin was in place across Lily's face as she twirled her way back from the paddocks, Sonnet's lead rein often wrapping around her body. Spinning the opposite way to untangle herself, the female glanced up at the mare, nodding in content as she observed the Tersk was unfussed by the girl's antics. Entering the stable, she slipped off the lightweight, yet full neck rug the horse wore to reveal the shining gray coat that Lily had groomed to perfection first thing this morning. The girl ran a comb through the few tangles the horse had gained during her time out in the field, but apart from that the mare was ready. A general purpose saddle and snaffle bridle took their place on the equine, as did a plain pale blue numnah. Lily herself wore a pale blue polo top and matching color jodhpurs. The thought that the instructor wouldn't approve flashed through her mind, but it was quickly taken over by the rememberance that she needed to fetch wraps for the mare's legs. Out of the three horse's she loaned from the college, and the equine that she owned, Sonnet was the only one with experience in Dressage. Lily had a little experience in the discipline but it had never been a massive interest for her. She had done the basics, but never had the focus to do anymore. Now though, she decided the concentration it required would help her in everything else.

Returning with pale blue wraps, she quickly put them on the mare and grinned as she looked across the color co-oordination. Taking hold of the reins, she spoke gently to the horse and they left the yard. On reaching the arena she called out a soft warning of her entrance in her gentle tones. Looking around, quite a few students had arrived already, perhaps five or six. Not really knowing any of them - or anyone on the entire campus to be honest - she filled an empty space a small distance away from the others and her eyes wandered over the the dressage coach, taking note of his Andalusian. She had taken the class last term using a different pony owned by the college, little Rize. This term though, she'd let Rize go to a different student after buying Luna, but she still had Sonnet, Blaze and Casper on loan.

Harry shook his head quite violently, removing all the worries and thoughts that had been building up in his head. Dressage was something which needed his concentration, especially riding Magick. The six-year-old mare had been being ridden for two years now, since Harry had started her, but this was the first time he was taking her into a class. So far she'd only been worked with one other horse, always one of Remii's. The mare's flair for Dressage had exceeded what Harry could teach her alone, the male had done a fair bit of Dressage during his childhood and time at Blue Ridge, but his Friesian Arabian cross learnt quickly and constantly wanted to move onto a new thing. Her black coat shone underneath Harry's brush, raising a smile to his face. He may own four horses and look after three more, but the large mare was in perfect condition. A simple black snaffle bridle was slipped gently over her head, soon followed by a clean white numnah and sparkling black GP saddle on her back. White wraps completed the smart presentation, but Harry decided he had long enough to to plait her tail quickly. The mare's mane fell long down her neck, normal for Friesians and Arabians alike.

Finally satisified with the turnout of his equine, Harry turned his attention to himself. He wore a black polo shirt and jodhpurs of the same color. Long black riding boots were on his feet and a riding helmet sat upon his head, his shoulder-length hair pushed up inside it. Murmuring to the mare, the pair made their way down to the arena. Magick pranced a little on the journey, sensing this was going to be a more exciting ride than normal. Harry had already spent time considering how she would behave, but he did so again. Her reaction with a single other horse had always been to behave exactly as she always did, calm but eager, so he hoped this would be the case in a class. Pausing by the gate, he waited for a few moments to check he wouldn't be troubling anyone by entering at the second before he led the 16hh equine through.

No one was exceedingly familiar to him. He recognized most of the faces though, either from around the campus or other classes. Finding an empty space, he comforted Magick with his hand whilst both of them looked around at the other horses. Some seemed very professional whereas others looked more relaxed about it. Harry relaxed in time with Magick, but the mare continued to gaze around her with her ears pricked forwards.

[Myssi]

Spencer and Tempest were quite a sight to some folks. The Lipizzan brought the attention though. The horse was trained well - it was the rider who needed to be taught.

And today, Tempest was definately one to draw eyes. Spencer had groomed his coat into as close as perfection as you could get. The horse was almost white, shining in the morning sun. He was small, but he seemed to draw attention close to himself.

He secured the saddle, checked the bridle, and left the barn with helmet in hand, fastening it as he went. He arrived at the arena in minutes, already surprised by the amount of people here. He tightened the girth before leading Tempest over. He unfastened the gate, yelling out, "Gate!" Before swinging it open a minute later, securing it shut after both he and Tempest were in. Then, he was up and mounted, the gelding under him pricking up his ears and beginning to walk forward, his walk already beginning to flow and gain a bit of bounce to his step.

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Havoc was completely and utterly emotionless. It was almost unnerving, how... calm, the horse was. All the time. You'd expect him to get antsy sometimes, but anytime Seamus was around Havoc, he was a lucky to get anything. Sure, Havoc would have days when he'd be playful or a show-off, but then it would be this giant black horse blob for, like, three months. At the least.

And so, it took no time to get Havoc all cleaned and tacked up. The black horse gave no fight out to the dressage ring, and Seamus had gate called out, the girth tightened, and his helmet secure in under thirty seconds.Then he was mounted, Havoc naturally adapting to the dressage collected headset. Seamus glanced around, seeing a lot of other students. None of their horses looked quite so... Stoic. Oh, Havoc.