Something New (open)

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Andie skipped down to the round pen, and was happy to see that it wasn't being used. She entered the sand arena and placed the English saddle she was carrying on the ground in the centre of the enclosure along with a pink lunge line and a snaffle bridle with the softest of snaffle bits she could find.

Heading out of the pen, she walked into the barn and ten minutes later came walking out with her new red dun mare. "Come on beautiful." She chirped as she led the mare toward the round pen. "You had only just started your Western training, and today we're going to start your English training."

Once in the pen, Andie slipped the bit into the mare's mouth - rubbing her nose as she accepted the bit happily - and did up the throat-latch before attaching the lunge through the bit ring, over the mare's head and onto the ring on the other side. For now, she just wanted to see the mare move, just to make sure she had made the right decision in buying her for an eventing mount. "Walk on." She sang, refusing to tell the mare to gee-up.

[.Rissa.]

Kristin&&&Rance

-It's not just a coincedence, It was meant to be-

Kristin entered the barn wearing her usual attire. Comfy fitting boots with red tops, tight fitting jeans, and a tank top. Her blonde wavy hair was done up in a ponytail and she wore a light pink baseball cap with glitter lettering that read Dixie Babe.

Beside her, walked a taller figure, at least eight years older than herself. He was dressed in boots, comfy fitting jeans, a t-shirt and baseball cap that had the Dodge truck logo on it. His soft brown eyes stared straight ahead as the owner of the academy told him about the her new purchase and she wanted help in gaining trust and to eventually train the animal.

As Kristin appraoched the stall that housed the horse, no head stuck out to investigate her, and no nicker of greeting was established. Instead, the brown and white paint gelding remained in the back of the stall. His head was rose slightly, and his brown ears swiveled back and forth in a sign of uncertainty, "You can catch him easily in a space like this," Kristin told Rance Vincent, "But it's obvious he doesn't want to be." The horse trainer stood against the stall door beside the blonde, the horse raising his head higher now seeing the sight of another human. The man sighed quietly through his nose, "You can't make a horse like anything," he spoke, "But you can give them reasons to." He hated seeing horses who didn't like the affection, the love, or attention of humans. And only until the horse accepeted the human as a freind, could real bonding and training began. And, different horses took different times in figuring out humans were good. But then, some were screwed up so badly, they would never 'like' to be messed with by people. But that was the risk in trying to bring back a neglected horse. That was why with some, by trying to save them, you were doing more harm than good.

Rance stepped back and let the girl go in by herself with a lead. Her soft, gentle voice was soothing to Bo. But the gelding wasn't so sure. He had no where to go and though his neck was craned, the halter was still slid around his dome. Like a hopeless slave to a chain, he quickly gave to pressure and followed the girl out. Rance stood behind, only motioning to walk forward. He let his eyes do the talking as he watched the girl and horse together. His brown studie the gelding as he followed them, the horse's ears were swiveling and his eyes seemed to be looking out to the unknown distance, away from the place he was now, away from the hand of humans.

Kristin stopped short of the round pen, seeing it was being inhabited. Rance was soon to come up beside her, no longer paying any attention to the paint.

Horse: Here (second one down)

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OOC: Hehehe, if Rance doesn't like horses who don't like affection of humans, he'd best not meet Cara's Phoenix.

Andie turned on the spot as her mare now cantered around the track of the pen, her neck stretched out, her eyes happy as she moved where ever the human girl asked her to. "Sta-and." She sang softly and before too long the mare slowed her gaits and settled down to a walk and then a halt.

The girl picked up the saddle and blanket that was by her feet and walked over to the mare. "What do you think of this?" She asked as she allowed the red dun to run her muzzle all over the strange synthetic saddle. "How about this?" Keeping her movements slow and precise, she walked down to the mare's back gently lifted it and placed first the blanket and then the saddle on the mare's back before she let the girth swing down and fastened it. She remembered seeing her mom reintroduce a saddle to a horse that had been put out to pasture for too long and needed to be introduced to everything again. Her mom had done the same thing as she was doing now. "Good girl." She whispered as the mare turned her head and sniffed at the saddle that was now on her back. "Walk on!" she knew that once the mare was walking, she would get a good look at what Fallon really thought of the lighter saddle.

Andie backed away from the horse and stopped once she was back in the middle. "And trot!" She laughed as the mare threw in a spirited buck and settled into an easy trot on the end of the lunge line. "Easy!" The girl exclaimed as the mare suddenly slammed on the brakes and came to a sharp halt as something caught her attention outside the arena.