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19/male/unknown/eventer
horses - Hootch & Misty
location - barn 1
tags - open
Consciously, Ty knew his big, shining blue truck was more than capable of pulling the weight
behind it this sunny morning. Still, he swore the vehicle groaned a little under the burden of
the fat draft mare in the second stall of the three-horse trailer. Ty had offered to haul Cici
for Wynne, since the trainer wanted to use her own two-horse to haul an assortment of
cavaletti, poles, and jump standards to Crestwood for use in lessons and such. Regardless of
the added passenger, the rig rolled into the Estate's paved driveway right on time; the
young eventer surveyed the farm with the same wonder he had upon his first visit, marveling at the impeccable condition of the buildings and amenities. He pulled up as close as he could to the main entrance to the covered arena, hoping to unload quickly and get out of the way of the other attendees now arriving.
Ty wasted no time in retrieving the three blue leadropes from the bed of his truck and unclipping each horse from the trailer ties, despite having to climb on the wheel wells to reach their heads. Misty unloaded first, as daintily as ever, sweeping her head around to inspect her surroundings with a kind eye. Cici came next, lumbering backwards as though half-asleep. At first, Ty considered leaving Hootch behind the stud wall for a second to walk the two mares to their stalls; however, when the little paint gelding started pawing frantically at the rubber trailer mat, he settled for tying Cici to the trailer and hanging onto the end of Misty's lead as he strode into the trailer to retrieve his own horse. Hootch whirled around and made a quick attempt at zooming out of the trailer before Ty caught his halter and calmly reminded him with a firm tug to mind his handler as they stepped down. With his two mounts for the summer now safely unloaded, he left Cici to lip at the wheel wells and doze as he strode into the arena complex.
Since Hootch was snorting with mild terror in his eyes, Tyler sought out his stall first; fortunately, both of his charges ended up in very close proximity to the covered arena, so they weren't too far apart. Misty didn't seem to mind as her handler spun the smaller gelding around and guided him into the stall, removing his halter in one small motion. Latching the stall, Ty decided to hang around for awhile to ensure that Hootch didn't panic, since the warmblood mare wasn't at all bothered by waiting around.
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17/female/bisexual/hunter-jumper
horse - Tide
location - girls' bunkhouse
tags - open
Brynn pulled through the gates of the Estate with her windows rolled down, one elbow
slung comfortably out of the opening. She seemed to be in no rush as she rolled down the
main drive, for Tide was already settled into his stall and most of her tack, save for her
cleanest show gear, was safely stowed in her tack locker. She parked the truck lazily,
knowing that there was plenty of parking for the select attendees; stepping out, she ran a
hand through her hair, adjusted the corner of her sunglasses, and made her way to the
large tub of clothing resting in the bed of her vehicle. Brynn popped open the tailgate and dragged her belongings into her arms, stacking them at her feet; the tub of clothing, two garment bags, two boot bags, a helmet bag, a small toiletry bag. She made short work of hauling the tub to the bunkhouse stairs, settling finally for dragging it up each step since she couldn't see well over it when it was in her arms. She tossed her sunglasses onto the first bed she saw when she entered the room, pushing her luggage inside and closing the door behind her.
Inside the bunkhouse, each pair of beds shared a chest of six drawers; sitting on the bottom bunk she'd now officially claimed as hers, Brynn popped open the large plastic trunk and began pulling out an array of shirts and breeches and arranging them inside the drawers on the right side of the dresser. Some of the clothes were already terribly wrinkled, and her overly-efficient folding wasn't doing them any favors, but any attention she had for the task was diverted to the small window above the dresser, which revealed the steady line of vehicles entering the arena complex and beginning to empty their passengers onto the summer bluegrass.
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36/female/straight (married)/eventing coach
horse - Cici
location - between Windfall and Crestwood
tags - open
Wynne surprised herself when a lump began to form in her throat as she stepped into her
truck. The two girls standing in the airy barn aisle waved excitedly, the two thoroughbred
geldings in their possession munching on recent treats and looking curiously after the
vehicle as it began to pull away. Wynne knew without a shadow of a doubt that leaving
Windfall Ranch was the right step for her, but leaving behind so many of her students - and
her two beloved horses - was nonetheless a difficult undertaking. She'd already bid her
farewell to the barn owner and stuffed Gallant and Civ full of treats, already loaded her remaining belongings and the jumps and cavaletti she'd purchased; it was time to go for good. The nostalgia of leaving the barn wasn't the only weight on her shoulders, either; she'd fretted all night long over working with a trainer she'd never met, especially knowing most of the riders were new as well. Teddy, bless him, had made her a mug of herbal tea at one in the morning in an attempt to set her more at ease; on the other hand, the mug of coffee in her cupholder likely wasn't doing her nerves any favors, but the comfort of familiarity was sorely needed.
Wynne's truck lumbered out of the ranch's gates and onto the road; the trainer took in a deep breath as she reminded herself that her and Annabelle's dreams were finally coming true, and this camp was the culmination. She adjusted her ballcap and silently hoped that this "Laurence," whoever he was, had already arrived; her truck's digital clock hissed that she'd taken a little too long with her farewells.
