Equine Therapy//Class 3

[Cara]

Demeter stood in the classroom, a white board marker in her hand as she stepped back to survey what she had written there. Today they were going to look at the appropriate amount and type of food to feed to a rescued horse. Yes, they had been looking after the horses for a couple of weeks and they went over the feed for them each time they met. Demi just wanted the students to actually have a good look and talk about the best way to feed an underfed and/or malnourished equine.

She was looking forward to today's discussion, and hoped that it would bring even the silent of her students out of their shells.

She put the cap back on the pen and walked over to sit behind her desk. Leaning back in the chair, she took a sip of the hot chocolate that was in the thermal mug that she kept on her desk. She had pondered about returning to her parents for Christmas, but she had too much going on here for her to leave so they would have to settle with a phone call... If they remembered how to use it, she might even Skype them so she could see them face to face.

She was also looking forward to having a look in the students' journals and see how they were getting along with keeping one.

OOC: When I find the mag with the article I want, I'll type it all up.

[Cara]

Cara changed the hand that she was carrying her satchel in. She pulled at the bottom of the long sleeved polo shirt she was wearing under the black jacket. Her slim legs were covered in a pair of beige jodhpurs as she had just come from a jumping class. After the show, she was having to take Truss back to the basics of jumping.

Walking into the classroom in the Equine Rehabilitation Centre she bowed her head toward Miss Carr before walking over to the table she always used and began to set up her table. Her binder for this class had a blue and yellow tag on the zip. She placed the blue book that she used for Risk's Journal, the book was beginning to show a little wear as it was handled every day.

Opening the binder, she picked up the black pen and carefully transcribed the information that was written on the board onto the college lined paper in her neat and precise handwriting. She then turned to the next page and swapping her pen over to the blue one, she began to write her own notes on the feeding of an underfeed horse. This was a sensitive topic for her, as Risk wasn't the first horse that she had brought back from the darkness, neither was Missy who was in her pasture. The first pony that she had brought back from the point of no routine was Phoenix, her precious Avengelise mare who had been taken from her more than once and returned to her in the most astounding ways.

[Onzy]

It had been two weeks. One week since the funeral. A few days ago from the show. And still Jemma just wanted to escape the memories that haunted her. Not being able to go home for longer had been frustrating and painful at the same time. She just wanted to curl up in her bed, and cry. Cry for what she had lost. Just give herself time to work through the grief. She was sick and tired of the sympathetic looks. Jemma just hoped that the days would go by swiftly, mainly cause she just wanted to go home for Christmas, and partly to escape. Her heart had always been in Virginia, but it was split in various places. Mechanically she went through the motions of getting ready for class.

Last came the black stetson, and she planted it firmly on her head, before bracing herself against the looks, whispers and staring. Underneath her arm was her diary for Eagle Feather. It was filling up in a rapid rate, but there was a large gap for the week and a half that she hadn't been able to work with the mare. Her own grief was such that she wouldn't want the mare to suffer any more than she already had. Horses were so tuned to emotion, that Jemma just knew when the day was right to work with a horse. It hadn't been like that for the last few days.

Dark circles were underneath her eyes, and her eyes were somewhat bloodshot. The nightmares had returned, and now Jemma wondered how she was going to get through the day. She already had, but there were still classes to attend. Entering the class, Jemma merely nodded at Miss.Carr and took her usual seat. She took out her diary, notebook, and pens. She was reading the notes on the board, but nothing registered. It would just be another lesson, even though it was what she loved to do best.

Helping horses is what she lived for, but now all spark had left her. All she was thankful for is that she had her horses and Callum.

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Pic By Onzy
LYRICS! "Mine" by Taylor Swift

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[Lottii]

Harry slipped into the classroom, a slight smile on his face. His confidence had been gaining more and more recently, and there had been some positive work with Sunny. The horse had also been gaining more confidence and more recently the male had spent a great session grooming the gelding. The Quarab had never been seriously physically injured by people, Harry suspected his neglect as his old home had just left him fearful of everything. Their bond was building, slowly but surely, and Harry was pleased with the horse. Nodding politely towards Miss Carr, the male settled into his seat and waited for Remii to arrive.

Pulling out his journal, he filled another page with notes of the time he had just spent with Sunny before he found his notebook and wrote the date along with the information from the board. Feeding rescue horses. It was a topic that had interested him from the day he brought Casey to BRRA as an even more shy than he was now fifteen year old. Cara, Remii and a few of the teachers at the school had helped him then, and with his other horses and Remii's he had picked up more and more information along the way, but never formally in a classroom. As a child he had been taught how to correctly feed top show-jumpers and sportshorses, but the foster families who had taught him about horses had all been competive to the degree that they would never waste time with a rescue. Sighing at the memories, he glanced around, wondering when Remii would arrive.

[StarGirl]

Bryce shifted through his things for the hundredth time, looking for his therapy spiral. He hated losing things. He paused for a moment in an attempt to remember the spiral's last known location. He gave up and grabbed a new spiral; he hadn't started notes anyway since this would be his first class. He strode out the door grabbing his bag and jacket as he went. He walked quickly to the classroom, excited to start the class that taught what he loved. He thought back to the many neglected and mistrustful horses he had won over at the poor stables he had worked for. He usually didn't have many options when choosing a stable, they were usually fairly run down and the horses weren't always in the best shape. He had welcomed the opportunities to help the horses, but was always nervous to leave them behind. He arrived at the class and entered without hesitation, quickly selecting a settling into a seat.
He pulled out the spiral he had brought and flipped to the third page, leaving the first few for writing in the application of each lesson as it applied to Kiya*. Kiya wasn’t currently severely underweight, but he hoped they would also talk about alternative feeds, supplements, and ways to feed. He was already giving her a few supplements to make her healthier and stronger, hoping it would make her feel less vulnerable and therefore more confident. No matter what they discussed though, he was always excited to learn new things, especially things that would help horses.

*Gratium Fides’s barn name: meaning Fly in Lakhota, chosen because even if she didn’t fly in her past he hopes she will in the future.