Show Jumping Class //STUDENTS

[Onzy]

Chuck saddled up the grey gelding with practiced ease. Even though Jason was getting on in years, he was still Chuck's favourite. The grey was a top jumper, but was retired from international competition. He still took Jason to the smaller shows just to keep the gelding happy. The black Stubben saddle fitted perfectly, and Chuck kept the girth loose. He would tighten it when he mounted. The flash bridle with fulmer was on next and Jason mouthed the bit slightly before settling down. Chuck knelt down and fitted the jumping boots on Jason's front legs and white polo wraps on his back legs. Leading the gelding to the indoor arena, Chuck saw that the fences still had to be placed. Jason was the type that stood still while Chuck worked, and soon he had finished with a simple course of about 3 feet high. Trotting poles were placed on the left long side and on the other was canter poles.

He still had 45 minutes till the first students arrived which was just enough time to ride. Chuck walked over to the gelding and tightened the girth, pulled down the stirrups and checked the girth again. Pulling on his helmet and black gloves, Chuck mounted. Today he was wearing black field boots, cream breeches and black, long-sleeved polo shirt. Chuck warmed up Jason, but took his time, allowing the grey to stretch and relax into the workout. Doing this took half an hour itself so, Chuck just popped the horse over some of the jumps, before dismounting, running up the stirrups and loosening the girth. Now it was just for the students to arrive.

[Cara]

Cara had Truss in a set of cross-ties, she was putting the final few touches on grooming the mare before she placed the black shaped pad on her back followed by the mare's Wintec all-purpose saddle. After pulling the girth up, she put the mare's bridle on and stepped back to survey the pretty Holstiner mare. Happy with the way she looked - oh so pretty with her mane done up in neat little buttons that sat on her neck. There were seven of them in total, as you always made sure there was an uneven number. She then went to fitting the black Eskadron Allround Boots into place on her fore and hind legs, Truss was a clean jumper, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Once the mare was ready, the girl slipped into the tack room where she removed the silver track suit she was wearing to reveal a pair of spotless white breeches and a pale yellow polo shirt. Slipping her feet out of her paddock boots, she slid them into her field boots, pulled the zip up and pressed the dome closed over the top of the zip. She picked up her white Roeckl Chester gloves and tucked them into the top of her breeches, as she wouldn't put them on until after she had mounted, and her Charles Owen helmet.

Walking back out to the mare she slipped the helmet onto her head, adjusting how it was sitting over her bun she fastened it. "Come on beautiful." She whispered as she removed the cross-ties and led the mare to the indoor arena. "Gate!" She voice carried through the air as she waited a few moments before opening the gate and leading the mare into the arena. Leading the dapple grey across the sandy floor of the arena, she took in the simple course that they would be asked to ride as well as the two lines of poles set up on either long side of the arena. In the middle, she asked the mare to stand - which she did beautifully as though in an in-hand show so that one could see each of her legs no matter which side the person was standing on.

She gave the teacher a respectful bow of her head, trying to find an ounce of inner strength that would allow her to speak up without being called upon first. However, this strength failed the eighteen year old and she remained silent as she ran a hand down the mare's nose.

[Lottii]

Harry was tacking up Casey, the only one of his three horses who was ride-able. Magick and Il Bianco, the mare and foal pair, were still together, although he hoped to wean Il Bianco soon, which would allow him to slowly get Magick into work. Sighing, he slipped the Hermes Brasilia saddle he had won in a competition during the summer. Remii was the only one who knew what he had spent the summer doing, and he didn't really enjoy sharing he has been riding the top circuit. It wasn't in his nature to boast, and he hoped it wouldn't come up. He strapped on the boots the mare would wear for the class, Prolite Closed Tendon boots on fronts and backs, and the same for a her overreach boots. Ok, he knew he was being over-protective of her legs, but he didn't want to risk her injuring her legs. He knew some teachers believed that horses should only wear open fronted tendon boots for show-jumping, so he had these with him as well, which he would leave at the entrance to the arena.

Leading the Anglo-Arabian out of the stable, she nickered gently wondering what they were going to do. The mare wasn't silly, she knew that her Hermes saddle meant she would be jumping and that was her favorite thing to do. Harry grinned at his mare, she was on the smaller side of what he could ride now, but he would never sell her. As the pair entered, he glanced around to check that by opening the gate he wouldn't cause a problem to anyone. Calling out his entrance wasn't his style, but it hadn't caused a problem yet! Putting the spare set of boots out of the way, they entered the arena. The boy nodded towards the teacher, who he hadn't seen before, and then took his place next to Cara.

[Myssi]

Melissa was slightly worried about how to go about this kind of class, as she'd not ridden in English for a while, and, her father, who had yet to know of her arrival, was educating this class. She tightened the girth, earning a surprised whicker from Levi. "You big fake." She chuckled, slapping his shoulder lightly. He turned his head to looked at her, cocking the large cranium and it's satallites-for-ears slightly sideways at her.

She chuckled at the goof and untied him, leading him to the ring. She arrived with another student, a male, and slipped in after him. After the gate was secure, she led the big ugly oaf to stand by the other horses, both of their handlers older than she. She would have met Chuck's eyes, but currently, Levi was trying to reach over to sniff one of the mares. "Be polite, you daft thing." She whispered to him, which made him look over at her once again.

She recognized Cara, and gave her a small nod, then she took a settling breath and raised her eyes to meet Chuck's. She gave him a smile and a small wave, her eyes crinkling in happiness at the sight of her dad. Her attention was quickly drawn to Levi, who gazed at the jumps in excitement, clearly asking her to stop being boring, mount up, and ride him like he wanted so that he could jump. She glared at him, and he dropped his head slightly. "Not now, big guy. Patience is good for you, so calm your big self." She sighed when the horse simply raised his head and briefly looked at Chuck and his grey before his focus was once more on the jumps. In his alert stature, he looked slightly handsome in his close-contact English saddle, it's broad seat settled nicely on his back, the bridle comfortably on his face, and his boots covering sensitive cannons protectively, just like they were made for. Melissa herself wasn't at her most comfortable in her white polo, creme breeches, and the long boots that extended high on her leg.

[Onzy]

Annabelle Black

Bella led the black gelding towards the arena. She had just spent the last hour brushing off dried mud from the gelding. She was now thoroughly annoyed at the horse. Somehow Manor knew that he wasn't in her good books and actually behaved. He looked handsome in his black jumping gear. To set off his black coat, she had used white polo wraps to protect his legs and a white fleece saddle pad. She also used her grackle bridle with full cheek snaffle and a black Stubben saddle.

Reaching the indoor arena she noticed how many people were already there. She zipped her fleece and entered. She nodded towards the coach and went to stand by the rest of the group.

Jemma McLaughlin

Jemma went to the paddock at a steady jog. She was running late and now needed to hurry. Spartan was turned out with the rest of the gang, and he looked smart in his turnout rug. She whistled to him and he came over at a steady jog. Jemma hooked on his lead rope and then ran back to the barn. She gave Spartan a quick brush over and saddled up. Her tack wasn't branded and it wasn't the best around, but it was hers and she loved it. She put on his jumping boots and fetlock boots.

The arena wasn't far away and soon they were there. A quick greeting to Mr. Bass and she was waiting with the others.

Chuck Bass

Chuck had read the names on the list and most of them came from Blue Ridge. There was one that wasn't familiar, and that was of Annabelle Black. Another one caught his surprise and nearly had him gasping for air. Melissa. His daughter actually jumped now, but the circumstances that they had parted in had been painful. She hadn't taken the news well at all that he was leaving, but she was now here.

The first student arrived and it was Cara. He nodded back at her, his face friendly. Soon after the students trickled in, but apprehension grew with the thought of Melissa. When she entered he waved back at her. Somehow her English riding attire didn't suit her, but he would have no say just yet. I am Charles Bass, he started when all the students were there,but please call me Chuck. I want you all to mount up and we'll start by warming up at a rising trot. He gave his orders and as they mounted so did he.

Posting Order:
Onzy
Cara
Lottii
Myssi