Eventing Class- Open to students

[Onzyy]

Kiara had been out in the arena for the last hour setting a course that would be worthy of the student's abilities. With the course design in hand, she walked out the last bounce comination and fence before placing the end point. It was a pretty good course, the fences set at 3 feet. Not too high or too low. Eventing students had been notified of the arena in which their lesson would take place and now all Kiara had to do was wait for the first riders to arrive. She had brought Jedi with, the black Thoroughbred her preferred horse to do show jumping with. He stood contentedly by a fence line, a light quarter sheet covering the horses haunches.

Dressed in full seat breeches in beige and tan, a long sleeved polo shirt in hunter green and field boots, Kiara went to go stand by her horse, waiting contentedly for her students.

COURSE

[Onzyy]

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Martin groomed Prank, her coat gleaming in the faint winter light. The chestnut mare bobbed her head in pleasure as he scratched her withers. With the mare in cross ties, he went to go fetch her tack, the Havana brown jumping saddle covered and the snaffle bridle in the bridle bag. He made stop by her stable to scratch in the tack box for her overreach boots, open fronted jumping boots and fetlock boots. With his arms full, Martin struggled back to Prank, grinning as the mare pulled her ears back at the sight of the tack. Crazy child, he murmured to her, scratching her forehead once he had put down his tack.

Placing the maroon numnah on her back, he put the sheepskin pad on before placing the saddle on. The mare drew back her ears as Martin tightened the girth. He didn't tighten it all the way, as he would do that when he is mounted. You ready M? came the familiar Irish vocals down the aisle. The voice was soon matched with the face of Martin's only friend, Angel, who was leading a gangly grey warmblood. Almost, he answered back, grinning as he did up the grackle noseband. He put on the various boots quickly enough and grabbed his helmet and gloves.

The pair walked down to the arena, no real mindless chatter filling the air between them. Once they reached the arena, Martin noticed the other riders waiting around. They were probably the last to arrive, but they weren't late either. Hello Miss. Monaghan. I'm Martin with Pranks, he introduced himself, walking away slightly to mount. Tightening the girth, he watched the instructor for further instructions. And I'm Angel. This is Joker, Angel introduced herself, following Martin and mounting.

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Kiara watched the first rider come in. Pleasure to meet you Charlie, she said with a bright smile, watching the girl warm up. A few minutes later, another rider came in, and Kiara recognised her as Andie, a girl she had seen around a few times. Charlie also came to stand next to her, and Kiara already had advice ready. You should never stop completely unless you are waiting for a class to start. Not only are you hurting the horse's back, you are also allowing your mare's muscles to cool down, she said, a smile on her face, but her advice was clear. Keep moving. Andie was prime example of the advice she just gave.

Two more students arrived, and Kiara checked her watch, a few minutes early, but she would start the lesson now in any case. Hey guys. I'm Miss. Monaghan, but please just call me Kiara. The former makes me sound old, she said, walking to the middle of the arena with Jedi. Okay, so we'll start off easy. Drop your stirrups, cross them in front you and start a rising trot left around the arena, she said, already knowing that if a rider was unfit, they would be suffering greatly in the lesson she had planned.

[Rose Hoff]

Rose had gotten to the barn early enough for her first eventing lesson. She was sure that she would be on time, but didn't dilly dally as she tacked up Vintage. The gray mare huffed a little bit, clearly not happy that she would be worked this morning. Rose, on the other hand, was very excited. Dressed in chocolate breeches, polished field boots, and a light blue long sleeve polo, she had her long hair twisted back in a low bun. She shivered a bit in the morning cold, but brushed Vintage off, who was unusually clean. She took her time picking out her hooves, careful to get all the little stones out. She then went to get Vintage' navy saddle pad, as well as her sheepskin half pad. She positioned them carefully on the mare's back, and placed her saddle over them before fastening the girth and tightening it slowly. Vintage flicked her tail in annoyance. Rose fastened on the mare's jumping boots, knowing that they were supposed to be showjumping today, before putting on her bridle. She put on her Charles Owen helmet and leather gloves.

Rose led Vintage out of the barn and mounted, figuring that she could warm her up on her way to class, since it was starting in a couple minutes. Unfortunately, Rose hadn't factored in finding the ring. Worried, she looked around, walking Vintage from ring to ring, and trotting her a little bit. By the time she found the ring, she knew she was late.

Entering, she nodded to her instructor. When the student had completed the course she spoke up, "Good morning Miss Monaghan. I'm terribly sorry that I'm late, and I'll try not to let it happen again," she apologized, worry creasing her brow. "I warmed Vintage up a little earlier," she explained, gesturing to her mare, and moving to stand besides the other students to wait for her own turn, checking out the course as she waited.

[Becca Walsh]

Becca was very excited for her first eventing class at Blue Ridge Academy. Eventing was Frye's best discipline, since it included cross country of course. He was best at cross country and showjumping, but still was full of dressage talent if someone was skilled enough to get it out of him.

Frye was in a rather good mood when Becca reached him after her other classes. His ears pricked up when she opened his stall door and Becca couldn't help but glare at him suspiciously. He was nice and docile the whole time she was grooming him, so much that she decided that rather than using his boots she'd wrap him. She grabbed a couple navy polo wraps and began to firmly wrap his legs. He was fine for his front legs and back right, but when finishing up his back left, he lifted his leg and kicked lightly, catching Becca in her gut. thrown back, she sat for a moment in shock, angry with herself for letting her guard down. She was always so careful around Frye! How could she let this happen?! After a few moments to catch her breath, she got up, trying to ignore the dull ache of her bottom ribs. She rewrapped the part that had fallen off and fastened it carefully. She got his matching saddle pad and saddled him up, especially careful while tighening his girth.

Once she'd put his bridle on and put on her helmet, she led Frye out to the showjumping ring. Their first eventing class was for showjumping, which was quite exciting. She entered the ring after a couple students and watched the students perform. Her classmates were good riders, and she was rather excited to perform for them too.

[Peter Holden]

Peter rushed to Thimble's stall, fearing that he'd be late for yet another class...this time eventing. Thimble has been very well trained in eventing from the start and Peter had worked in all three disciplines, but rarely competed in eventing. Nevertheless, he'd signed up for the class knowing that both he and Thimble would be prepared and find it enjoyable.

He brushed her down nicely and then tacked her up, putting her her jumping boots since today they would be working on the showjumping phase. Peter and Thimble excelled in showjumping and dressage, so he looked forward to this being a fulfilling lesson.

Once she was ready, he buckled on his helmet and put on his gloves before leading her out to the showjumping ring. He mounted her outside and entered after a couple other late students, making sure to close the gate behind him. He approached the teacher after the other couple of students, "I'm very sorry I'm late. I'm Peter Holden, and I'm a new student at Blue Ridge Academy" she spoke quickly, his accent clipped. Once she'd replied, he crossed his stirrups over his pommel and brought Thimble out to the rail, starting to work her (and himself).

[daine6]

Chris bolted into the barn, already a little late for his eventing class, which was focusing on jumping today. He'd fallen asleep back at his dorm, just meaning to take a short nap, and had not set any alarm... so it was a good thing he'd woken when he did, else he may have missed his class completely!

He grabbed the light blue lead that atched Steele's halter and led the huge warmblood out into the cross-ties, where he flung the lightweight stable-blanket off the horse, revaling the sleek and shiny blue-black coat underneath. Chris gave the horse a very quick grooming, as Steele wasn't dirty at all, even his socks and blaze face were still an almost glowing white (though, truth be told, Chris used baby-power to keep his white so... bright).

The teen rushed inside the tack room nd returned with Steele's schooling tack, a well-used jumping saddle and snaffe bridle with a flash noseband and light blue SMB II boots. When showing, the horse wore much better tack and proper boots, but for training and schooling, this stuff worked well. It took only a few minutes to tack the tall horse up, Steele aking everything very willingly and eagerly, and Chris was soon leading the horse out to the showjumping arena, where he saw than anothr boy had entered the ring just befre he himself.

He led Steele into the ring and gave the instructor a grin that borderlined maniacal. Chris loved jumping and so did Steele, but their best was cross country... but still, anything was fun. "Hello, I'm Chris Saito, new student." Chris made a mental note to not do any of his stunts in the class, as he really did want to improve his riding. He led Steele to the mounting block and sat lightly atop the tall horse after making sure his helmet was on correctly and the SMB's were fitted right on Steele's legs. He then followed the other boy in riding and dropped his stirrups and asked the big horse for a trot. Chris didn't hardly have to even ask Steele to move into frame, the horse did it almost automatically.