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[vespie]

The wind played with is hair, he never wore a helmet while he rode his horses, especially since they were so well behaved. Barbo's Spell was the horse that Jackson had chose to ride today, the dapple gray thoroughbred gelding. His discipline was jumping but Jackson rarely used him in competition, he only used his star Classic Casey in the show ring. Casey was a bay thoroughbred gelding. You could say Casey and Barbo were cousins because they had came from the same home. They were very friendly to each other and practically best friends.

Jackson gave the gelding a pat on the neck as they walked by the light of the sunrise. He usually wasn't up this early in the morning to do his chores, at least not before the sunrise. He had already finished grooming and mucking stalls and the morning feeding was done an hour before that. He hadn't even slept that night, he didn't know why but Jackson was feeling lonely. Well, homesick is more of the word for it, he missed his friends and all of the people who knew him around his home town. Most of all he missed his family, but even if he would return to the little town where he had grown up his family wouldn't be there to great him. A single tear tinkled down his cheek and brushed it away with the sleeve of his gray sweat shirt. No one knew that his parents had died in a car accident, he would make it his duty to make sure that it stayed that way.

[lorilie]

Wes was happy to finally have some alone time with Bushfire. The long mane of the bay gelding hung thick on his elegent neck as the brumby picked his way through the trail easily, his wild instincts guiding his tall form.

The eight year old was a calm horse, and so the Australian rode him bareback, with a bridle only to guide him. Not that Bush needed a lot of guiding. He was independent, but he knew what was expected of him, and was a better trail horse than Abby, who would refuse to listen to Wes at the worst of times.

Bush suddenly lifted his head and pricked his ears, his brown eyes intent on the trail ahead of them. A nicker vibrated his barrel, and the low noise extended to Wes' ears. He tapped the gelding's sides, encouraging him forward, unworried of the rider and horse that were no doubt about to round the bend.

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Her hands pulled out his white forelock from under the band of his bridle before doing up the chin strap. The large Cremello snorted his disapproval, but stood still. She was going as fast as she could, knowing he hated his cranium being touched. Once he was all set, the female pulled her riding helmet over her mass of red locks. Okay sweetheart, Let's get out on the trails. her soft vocals reached the sensitive audits of the Akhal-Teke, making them twitch in appreciation. Her lean frame was hauled up into the black English saddle, sat upon a deep red saddle pad. She adjusted the girth before they left and then kicked him into a gentle walk as they left the barn. As they passed the pastures Scarlett's adoring fan club, which consisted of Dakota, Desire and Mimic, all nickered their greetings to their mistress and then went back to what ever they were doing before. She gave a small chuckle and turned the stag down the drive and onto the trails. This would be her first time on the trails, and she didn't know exactly why she was using Paddy. He wasn't the most reliable of horses when other humans, or equines were around. He was fine if they were alone, but she knew there were bound to be people on the trail on such a beautiful day. She was regretting not tacking up Mimic or Desire instead. Paddy needed the exercise though. Her other three will play together when they are in the pasture. Paddy is never involved as he is put separate from them. The two Appaloosa's and the mule are deathly scared of him. She gave a sigh, kicking her brute into a gentle trot. His long pillars gracefully hitting the soft ground, an almost silent movement on his behalf. A smile spread over the red heads face. She knew now why she had bought him, not just because he was so abused, but because of his beautiful movements. Her eyes were on his shoulders as they rode, watching as one would life and then the other. His dome was arched, not just because it was how he was trained, but because the sunlight agitated his icy blue oracles.

Not twenty minutes into the ride, Paddy's cranium shot up, his audits pinned flat against his neck. The girl looked ahead, seeing nothing as of yet but she knew. She knew instantly. Bugger. she murmured, knowing that a human on horseback was just up ahead. She pulled him into a walk, hoping they would speed up so she couldn't catch them. No such luck, she could see him now. She could feel the grumble ripping through is body before she heard it. Scar wasn't sure what to do. Should she turn back? Go off the trail? Not only did Paddy dislike men, she did too. And, she was painfully shy. The female had no choice though, going off the trail was dangerous, and turning back meant Paddy wouldn't get any exercise. Her frame slumped and kept Paddy going at a steady pace. They were nearing the boy now, unaware that there was a second just in front of this one. But, Scar got a pleasant surprise. She recognized the boy. It was Mason, or Wes as his brother had told her to call him. Hello Mason. she called, just loud enough for him to hear. She flinched at her voice, she hated raising it. Her eyes went to his steed, impressed by the Brumby. He's a beaut. she offered lamely, her face holding an awkward smile. She knew the boy was just as shy as she. Paddy was getting more and more angry, his frame rocking unsteadily. Scar pulled back on his reins, so that he wouldn't be in distance to nip and/or kick Mason's horse. Now she doubly regretted not bringing Desire instead, or Mimic. They would have loved to meet some new friends. About to speak again, she was interrupted by another figure coming into view. Paddy, infuriated by this, began to toss his dome, an array of what sounded like growls escaping him. Bugger times two. she muttered, turning him in a circle to see if it helped. It didn't.

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[vespie]

The gray dapple thoroughbred had his head held high attentive to the trail ahead of him. His big brown eyes were watching everything that moves with interest. The sound of hooves that weren't Barbo's hit the ears of the Thoroughbred and his master. Jackson leaned back on his gelding looking behind him to see two new horses coming down the trail. Barbo loved making friends so Jackson wasn't too worried about his big gelding. The gray gelding slowed his walk down until the first horse was at his hind quarters before picking up speed to stay beside him. "Hi there, I'm Jackson," He said to the boy in girl. In his conclusion he thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend but he wouldn't say anything. the girl had frizzy red hair that Jackson found unattractive but the boy caught his eye. The boy had long dark hair like himself but Jacksons was slightly longer. The boy had dark eyes while Jackson had piercing blue eyes.

He looked over at the frizzy red head with the horse that seemed to freaking out at their presence. "I'm sorry is that my fault?" He said a frown making his lips twitch down. He didn't like making horses seemed distressed. Barbo nickered to the horse that was panicky, his nicker reassuring the horse that everything was okay. Jackson patted the Thoroughbreds neck his blue eyes turning back to cute boy.

[lorilie]

Wes looked over at Scar and her impressive gelding, her oracles instantly taking in the creamy coat and lean, athletic build. From the shape of the animals head and his unusually thin form, the Australian could tell that this cremello was an Akhal-Teke.

He nodded to Scar as she greeted him, brown brooding eyes lowered slightly to not meet her piercing gaze. "Hullo, Scar." He muttered, shy voice drifting to her.

Bush had stopped on the trail, and watched the agitated equine with a mild disintrest. He gave a wet sigh, flaring his black nostrils and heaving his ribs, content to wait for the signal to move along. One of the Brumby's ears turned to listen to the approach of another rider, and he lazily turned his head to watch their advance.

Wes took in this horse the smae way he'd watched Paddy. A muscular frame, tall build, and big head, delicate and rugged, with clean, long legs and a powerful build. Most likely a Thoroughbred. the gelding seemed curious and friendly, something rare in Thoroughbreds, as they were often urging the rider to allow them to take flight.

The fifteen year old noticed the boy in the saddle looking at him, and a blush colored his cheeks as he quickly lowered his gaze. He didn't offer a response to Jackson's greeting, merely nodding. Bush gave the grey a bored look as he tried to calm the cremello, as though he was saying the attempts were futile.

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When the second boy introduced himself as Jackson, Scar gave a tight lipped smile. Paddy was throwing a fit, his large frame skiting backwards and then forwards. Well, sort of. But please don't take it personally. He's just not had the greatest of lives. she said in a haste. Paddy ignored the assurance of the dapple. He disliked equines as much as humans, but today his distress was directed toward the male humans. She sighed turning him again. This time she stopped so he couldn't see them. His heavy breathing slowed and his neck relaxed. Her frame turned slightly in the saddle to speak to the boys. Sorry about that, she said. Then decided to introduce both her and Wes to Jackson. I'm Scar and that's Wes. she said quickly, not expanding. She didn't like to speak for long. Her attention was back to Paddy. He obviously still knew they were behind them and was throwing his hoof at the ground violently. Hey, hey. Shush now. she said softly, her delicate hand running up and down the neck of her stag. She shot an apologetic glance over her shoulder to the boys and then dismounted. She came face to face with Paddy, his blue eye's looking into her equally shaded oracles. It's okay my dear. They won't hurt you. I know it's hard, I really do. she softly told him. She planted a kiss on his soft pink muzzle. Are you going to be okay now? she asked, chuckling when he blew a deep sigh in her face. She stayed soothing him for a while longer before mounting again.

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[vespie]

The other horse, the horse that the boy was riding the horse with the boy. That horse was the same height as the thoroughbred only colored with a bay coat. The one that was panicking also seemed to be the same height only he was cremello. The Thoroughbred shook his head in distaste at the horse that was giving his rider a hard time. Jackson gathered the reins of his Thoroughbred immediately the Thoroughbred lifted his crown ready to move forward. Jackson tossed his head to knock his dark hair out of his eyes. He looked over at the cute boy with his dazzling blue eyes. Jackson felt shunned by the cute boy when he dropped his head at every look Jackson gave him. He looked down at the gray mane of his thoroughbred letting out a shaky sigh. He looked back at the red head, " hello Scar, and Wes" The words fell off his tongue with care. He let the reins loosen themselves. and Barbo turned his head to the bay gelding.

"I'd offer some help miss but i don't think it would do much good." He said a smile playing with the corners of his lips. He patted his geldings neck as he cast a whiny at the bay giving a friendly calling. "that's a pretty bay" He said to the boy trying to strike up a conversation with the shy boy.

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[lorilie]

Wes was silent as Scar and Jackson exchanged words, his shy, quiet demenor shining through. Bush cocked his left hind hoof and closed his eyes boredly. Wes allowed his own brown pair to be shielded.

Suddenly, the dark couple were revealed again as Jackson said his name. He looked at the boy for a brief instant, analyzing him with a glance, and offered a nod to him, before looking down again, dropping the reins and playing with a stray strand of Bush's mane.

Jackson seemed to appear by his side, and he allowed himself a sidelong gaze at the older male, the light blush still shading his tan cheeks. "Thank you." He replied softly, Australian accent coloring his tone. "You've a fine animal as well." And indeed Jackson did. He was a powerful looking horse.