Jumping Class (STUDENTS)

[tayjay8]

Nikki had been awaiting the day for her first class at Blue Ridge Academy. She had been up at the crack of dawn, when her alarm first sounded. Jumping out of bed, Nikki got dressed in jeans, with boots, and a simple plaid shirt; with a tank underneath.

She then released her curly blonde hair down from the messy bun she had placed in the night before. Then she hit the usual routine, brushing her teeth, and making sure she had everything down for the class. Taking a clipboard from a box in her closet, Nikki then placed the class list onto the clip, and looked through the instructions. She did not want this to be messed up.

Then taking her phone, and nothing else but some hair ties, Nikki left the dorm, with clipboard in hand.

As she walked down the pavement of the Academy's walkway, she noticed a few other teachers here and there; assuming they were heading to their classrooms as well, where as hers was the arena. Nikki then continued to walk, until she reached the Red Willow Barn.

Nikki walked inside, as daybreak neared. She walked to her mare, Lash's stall and then set the clipboard down, and unlocked her tack trunk, silencing the phone and placing it inside. Taking the Aqua halter off the hook, Nikki walked inside the stall, stroking the mare's neck. Hey Lash. First session today, you nervous? Nikki asked her, as the mare allowed her to latch on the halter. Shaking her head, as Nikki led her out of the stall and to some cross ties, she said, Didn't think so.

The mare seemed half asleep, as Nikki latched the cross ties onto her halter, and then started to curry her short grey fur, loosening any hairs. Then as the process went quickly by, Nikki grabbed her tack. Placing the saddle, and it's pad, onto the mare's back, along with the tightening of the girth, Lash nickered softly as she propped up a hoof. Then as the bridle came around, Nikki had to piratically open the mare's mouth for her, slobber covering her own hand. Someone's sleepy today, huh girl. You better wake up.

Nikki then grabbed her clipboard, as she, and Lash, started towards the Show Jumping Arena. Opening up the metal gate, and walking inside; turning the mare around and closing the latch behind themselves. Nikki led Lash to the center of the ring, and then held out her clipboard, reading off some heights she would like to do. Then she focused on her class roster. Save that for when they get here. she thought to herself, placing the clip back down.

Then letting Lash free stand, since no students should be here this early, Nikki then started to set up the jumps. As the warm ups, Nikki set up a two feet and then a two and a half. Then moving to the other side of the ring, she set up a smaller version of that course, about a one and a half, and a one. For the students with ponies; she could always raise them to the height needed as well.

By the time Nikki had gotten her thoughts situated, and then checked the time, it was close to the first session of the day. Now walking back to Lash, Nikki stood beside her reins in hand, and then awaited for her student to arrive. Hopefully they liked her.

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

All equestrian classes are held in the afternoon, academic classes are in the morning.

Cara walked down to the barn, her head was spinning but she pushed that to the back of her list of things to worry about. She walked down the aisle and stopped outside Ella's stall. "Hey beautiful. Want to do some jumping?" The mare had come along by leaps and bounds. Even though it was sometime still a battle to get her into an arena, the mare would eventually do it in her own time.

The girl took the mare down to the grooming stalls and put her into a set of cross-ties and began the process of grooming the tovero mare and then saddled her. "You are such a girl girl." She said as she pulled the girth tight. Once they were both ready, the mare tacked in her close contact saddle and bridle with her happy mouth bit and brushing boots on her black brushing boots, and the girl wearing beige jodhpurs, a teal long sleeved polo and her Charles Owen helmet.

Removing the cross-ties, she led the mare out of the barn, tightened the girth once again and vaulted onto the mare's back. She had found that it was easier to ride the mare to the arena rather than leading her, this way she could do a little schooling before entering the arena so that the mare was already in the right frame of mind before they actually started working.

Walking the mare in the direction of the show jumping arena, she noticed the woman and her mare in the arena already and she bit down on her lip to keep herself calm, knowing that first impressions meant everything, and she always liked to make a good one.

Halting the mare at the gate, she dropped a hand and gave the woman a salute. She then leaned down from the saddle, opened the gate, squeezed the mare forward, turned her and closed the gate behind them. Then they walked to the centre of the arena, awaiting instructions.

[madison]

Her alarm clock sang out in its annoying panging sound, she didn’t mind the mornings but her sleep patterns had been slightly unnatural at the moment. When she had been at home she had simply slept when she could, to say the last year hadn’t been harder on her than she let on would be a lie, but her parents didn’t need any more worry on their plate and Sam already did enough. She had actually slept well, her first night survived away from home and now her first full day of classes. She wanted to stop by and see her horses on the way to math, though depending on the shower situation she might not have the time. Tiny frame roused from bed after she heaved a big sigh, colleting some school clothes from her closet she grabbed a towel and made a dash for the bathroom at the chance that it was empty. The hot water was soothing on her cramping muscles, moving everything into place yesterday even with Sam’s help had been taxing on her – for someone who rode at least 2 horses daily it still hurt, a different kind of exercise usually had that effect though. Washing the last of the shampoo from her long blonde locks her mind though about her day – she just needed to make it through a few classes before she got to get on a horse again., at home she often rode a horse before class had started but apparently the regulations here were a little different. In all honesty she wasn’t certain she was even allowed in the barns at such an hour, she would evidently find out. She left her hair out to dry, it would be pretty straight and the tangles brushed out nicely when it was wet. Now dressed she leaned in and pulled at the bags cumulated under her eyes, a small touch of moisturizer all over her face and she called it a day in the washroom. Her jeans were skinny, fitted to her legs and a bright blue. Pulling on a bandeau she buttoned her oversized “jean” shirt over top, being so skinny Madi wasn’t a fan of tight fitting clothes – her jeans an riding clothes were the only exception. Slipping into her Toms she grabbed her school bag and a granola bar and rushed for the door.

The day had drug on, math was hard, government was boring – English was the only true highlight and even that was minimal. Now with her first jumping lesson looming she couldn’t get home and changed fast enough. Lesson attire was simple, clean and always well fitted. She pulled on her favorite Tailored Sportsman’s breechs, they were her favorite – she owned multiple pairs. Her belt was a gift from her brother, it had both her horses registered names carved in it. She pulled on a Joules polo over top her sports bra and pulled on her boot socks. Her tall boots she schooled and helmet were locked in her locker at the barn. Slipping back into her Toms she grabbed an apple and was out the door again, small frame bounded – long blonde hair flowing behind her as she couldn’t move quickly enough. They first day at school hadn’t been bad, perhaps if she had relaxed into it instead of counting down the seconds till freedom she might have had more time to talk to others and find friends – but she wasn’t too concerned about that right now. The barn was close to her dorm, she had requested it be that way and was over-joyed when her room information had been confirmed. She slowed her pace as she reached the barn doors, her mare’s head was peeking out and a whicker escaped plush lips as she spotted Madison and smelled the apple core. Feeding it to the horse she dropped a kiss on her nose and headed to the tack room. Undoing the lock on her locker she pulled her tall boots out of their bag; and stepped into them, they were her schooling ones but cleaned up nice – they had been polished after her ride last night in anticipation of a lesson. Doing them up all the way was easy, they were a little big at the top of her calf which is why her good tall boots were custom made – they just fit better. Grabbing her GPA and a hairnet she dropped a pair of gloves in it too. Her spurs were a permanent attachment to her boots, both horse benefited and she was a competent enough rider that they didn’t come into play if she didn’t want them too. Slipping her arm through the strap she picked up her mare’s saddle – the Hermes fit Tilly the best, Madi’s Pessoa and Childeric fit Dillon better. Her girth and bridle hung together, she grabbed them both and headed towards a tack stall. Setting her saddle on the stand and hanging her bridle and girth from a hook she headed back to her mare’s stall. Opening the trunk infront of it she grabbed an ear bonnet, half pad and baby pad along with some leather jumping boots.

Making one last trip back to the horse’s stall she pulled off her stable sheet and slipped her leather halter over her ears before sliding the stall door open the rest of the way and leading the mare to the tacking bay. Clipping Tilly into the cross ties she got to work grooming, not a hair was going to be out of place on the mare. Bay coat was glistening, running martingale went over the horses head first, simple white baby pad with blue piping was laid flat on her back. Sheepskin half – pad sat high down on her withers, the mare was sensitive about her girth so it sat quite loose to start. Adding a leather boot to each of the mare’s legs she put her own hair up with the net in her helmet before tightening her girth and then putting the horse’s bridle on. Doing a last tack check she headed towards the arena, she was proud of her horse evidently well-bred and looked after she was a change from Dillon but Madison loved the challenge. She wasn’t the first one in the arena, and was surprised to see the horses that stood at center. Usually Tilly stood out because of her size, the mare was just barely 15.3hh – small for a horse with her capabilities. Mrs. Nikki Fare stood in the middle with a dappled grey horse, the mare was stunning all the hair and gorgeous dapples – Madison just wouldn’t know what to do with her. The other girl was sitting on a loudly colored horse – perhaps Tilly wouldn’t be the odd one out for once, but at this rate she might! The black and white pinto was nice, the spots were distracting – Madison wasn’t used to so much color. She wasn’t judging, just intrigued to see both animals. The mare next to her drew in a large breath and exhaled, ears perked at the fences she took the arena in. Madison could see the mare wanting to fall apart; she needed to get her moving. Striding over to the pair she smiled, her tone was mannerly and almost warm.

“Afternoon, Ms. Fare do you mind if I get on Tilly and get her moving? Helps her settle a little faster.”

Silence was brief as she realized she had failed to introduce herself.

“Oh, right I’m Madison Clearview by the way.”

ooc: clothes&&tack

[Becca Walsh]

Becca had worked through her first day of classes, and was, overall, pleased with them. She had always found school to be easy and enjoyable, and was finding it the same here, even with the rigorous academic program that Blue Ridge provided. However, she'd known from when she woke up this working that her Jumping class would be the highlight of her day. This would be the first class she'd take with Frye, and she was rather nervous about how he would behave. It had been a pain getting him out of his trailer yesterday, and she could only hope that he'd settled in overnight. She hadn't had a chance to ride him at all at Blue Ridge yet, so this was going to be an interesting experience.

After her last class, Becca ran back to her room in the Blue Ribbon House to change into a pair of black breeches and a hunter green Joules long sleeve polo. She tugged on a pair of field boots, and grabbed her gloves. Jogging down to the barn, she couldn't help but be nervous. Frye could be so horrible sometimes, and she didn't want her first impression to be a bad one. They nearly always put in good performances, but his manner were atrocious. He had very rarely been in a ring with other horses, as they trained on their farm, and took private lessons. When they showed, the ring was always to themselves, except for warm-ups, which Becca tried to avoid as best she could by finding a field where she could do it alone.

When she walked in the barn she heard a stomping and could already guess who it was. As she neared Frye's assigned stall it became louder, and when she stopped in front of the stall labeled Red Friday Night the noise was almost deafening. Becca sighed, looping back to grab her brush box and tack, and setting them outside the stall door. She opened the door and stuck her hands out, warning Frye not to enter her personal space. The gelding pinned his ears back and swung his head away. Luckily, his fiery chestnut coat was already gleaming, so Becca just ran a soft brush over it, keeping a hand out and her eyes always on Frye. When she went to pick his hooves, she twisted her body to make sure he wasn't turning to bite her as he'd done so many times before. Finally, she grabbed his jumping boots and fastened them on as quickly as possible, holding his leg down as much as she could to discourage him from kicking.

She then grabbed his hunter green saddle pad and sheepskin half pad and placed it on his back, fastening the cross ties in his stall when he pinned is ears and lashed out. She placed her saddle as lightly as she could on his back, and tightened his girth a hole at a time, keeping her shoulder turned away from him despite the cross ties. She thought wistfully back to her thoroughbred back home, with whom she wouldn't have to take these measures. She wished that her sister Kaitlin had trained him better. Becca pulled on her gloves and fastened her Charles Owen helmet and put on his bridle, grabbing his head before he could stick his nose in the air. She fixed his running martingale, which had become twisted, and led him out of his stall.

Becca made her way to the jumping arena and entered, closing the gate behind her. Three mares were within: a gray, with a woman who appeared to be the instructor, a flashy hanoverian with a student, and a little warmblood with another student. Frye looked at the three horses, pinning his ears, and Becca tapped his cheek as if to scold him. She approached the group, leading him towards them. The massive blood red chestnut pulled his head up, prancing, but Becca pulled it down and kept walking, forcing him to stay at her side. The pair was an almost comical one: a tiny girl and an enormous rude horse trying to pull her along. Becca stopped at a safe but friendly distance and smiled, "Hello Ms. Fare. My name is Becca Walsh, and I've just arrived here at Blue Ridge Academy, so I may not be on your list yet. I'm very excited to be here, especially taking your class." Frye had begun to sidestep and pull his head up, so Becca pulled him back into place, "And this is Frye. Please excuse his manners. She blushed, already embarrassed. Maybe she should have brought her other horse with her. No. Kaitlin would have wanted this. Frye needed her. "May I please mount and begin warming up?"

[Diamond Patrick Parker]

Diamond rushed out of her afternoon class, pacing herself; but trying no to run towards the Red Willow Barn. She had just got out of her last core class, and was now heading for one of the many Equine Courses for the semester; at least.

Walking inside the barn, Diamond swiftly countered down the aisle, briskly walking to her horse's stall, and turning towards the tack trunk. Unlatching the lock, and placing it aside, Diamond placed her bag into the box; and then carried out her grooming kit. She had been a little late out of the last class, and didn't want to be late to the next course.

Taking the curry comb out, and unlocking Fly's door; Diamond then moved it into the small motions, thinking about the last time she used the brush. Before Equestrian Team Trials; she didn't make it, but she gave it her all, and they could of done better.

Then moving onto the body brush, and starting to pick out Fly's hooves, Diamond was done in minutes; and stroked the girl's neck as she moved back to the front of the stall. Walking out, she got to the tack room, double time, and grabbed a saddle pad, saddle, bridle, and girth; not needing a martingale. Then walking back to the stall, Diamond strode inside, tacking up regualarly; like she usually did.

Taking the reins in her hand, and latching on her helmet, Diamond led Fly out of the barn, mounted, and then rode the mare down to the Show Jumping Coarse; noting that three girls were in site, and Ms.Fare.

Unlatching the gate, Diamond then led her mare inside, and rode up to the group; still awaiting a start. Afternoon Ms.Fare. Do you mind if I get my mare warmed up? she asked the teacher. Fly perked her ears at all the other girl's and their mounts in the ring. Diamond rolled her eyes as she mare looked excitedly around.

[Riker Gauge]

Taking long strides down the aisle of the White Oak Barn, Riker walked into the tack room; taking out his grooming box marked Amara, for his Brindle mare. Then heading to his tack, Riker decided on a white saddle pad, a normal black saddle, black bridle, martingale, and girth.

Then taking a stride out of the door, he rushed down the aisle; realizing he had to crunch time together. Unlatching the mare's door, Riker stroked her neck as he curried her, and then brushed her free of any dust or dirt. Then placing the brushes back into the kit, he picked out her hooves, trying to be careful of damaging her frog.

Then taking the saddle pad, Riker placed it over her back, aligning it with the withers. Doing the same with the saddle, he then just latched the girth on one side; slipped the martingale through, and latched it onto the opposing side of the saddle. Taking the bit in his hand, Amara took it easily, and allowed him to latch it up, and slip the martingale through the nose band.

Taking the reins in hand, Riker led his mare down the aisle, and down to the Jumping arena. Realizing he was the only boy there, with four girls and Ms.Fare; Riker thought of this as a disadvantage, and an advantage. You could learn a thing or two from girls. Unlacthing the gate; then leading him and his mount through, Riker led her over after latching up the gate again.

Mounting up, Riker then asked, Hello Ms.Fare, would you care if I warmed Amara up? he asked awaiting a reply from the instructor.

[Annabelle Archer]

Finally the first jumping class had come. Although she had just bought a horse that was trained for jumping, Belle thought it wasn't safe, as she wasn't even associated with Sun or Penny, both of which were great with new horses. Seren, was very spooky and didn't like any new horses, or people for that matter. As Belle made her way to the Red Willow Barn, she figured it would be good to work with Sun for once. The poor horse rarely had time to be worked with his owner's very busy schedule. The palomino's head immediately poked out of his stall with the footsteps very present. Once she got to his stall, she saw that he really wasn't all the dirty, but a quick brushing would do him good. Running to the tackroom and grabbed her grooming kit. Picking up the brush she moved the brush up and down his neck and body. Another brush for his legs and then off to the tackroom she went again to gather the English tack. Quickly she tacked him up, tightening his girth and measuring her stirrups incase they had gotten mixed up somehow and off to the arena they went. There were already five other students there, plus the instructor. Out of those five, Cara was the only one she knew. Seeing that many other the students where already in the saddle so she called out the customary "Gate" Once she was inside the arena she mounted her horse and moved him around, before the class actually started.

[tayjay8]

The mare lowered her head, and scowered the arena's dirt for anything of a grass type. Apparently not finding her need; Lash perked her head up, now annoyed. Now don't be like that, students will be here any moment now. Nikki said to the girl, wanting her to make a good impression.

Her first arrival was Cara, who she had heard about from about everyone. She was riding a beautiful coated Tovero mare, it seemed, and the girl seemed nice and prepared. From riding her horse down, to unlatching the gate; Cara seemed very proper and a nice student, who Nikki wouldn't have any arguments with. As the girl and her mount made it to the center, Nikki said to her, Good evening. If you would like, you may start to warm up. We will wait just a few more minutes till we start. Nikki said to her, knowing the girl would probaly want to start loosening her horse's muscles.

Then as more of the students arrived one by one, Nikki saw that Madison was the first of all; on a pinto mare. I wouldn't mind at all, Madison. Go ahead. Nikki told the girl, and then approached at her next student. The girl walked in a chestnut mount, and she introduced herself as well. It's very nice to meet you Becca, I'm new as well so we can get through this together. What a handsome horse, and yes you may. Nikki said to her. Two more students came in, Diamond with her cremello, and then Riker with his brindle. Good afternoon to you both; you may start to warm up." she convinced to them. The last student was unknown, for now. She was riding a Palomino and got to work right away.

Letting the students warm up for another five minutes or so, Nikki called them into a group in the center of the ring. Starting her lecture, she said, Good afternoon class, I'm Ms.Fare; for those who didn't know, and I hope to get off to a good start. I'm new at this, but hope to suceed; and do my best. I'm assuming most of you know what show Jumping is, so I'll leave that out; and we can get straight to work.

If any need help understanding something with the event, I'd be more than happy to answer it in front of the group; or after class. I have two courses when we start to jump, one for horses, and ponies. If you have a pony and would like to jump the other course you may; or I can raise the height.

Ok, everybody seems to be here; so if I could just get your names and then your mount, if you'd like. Nikki said, wanting the class to feel familar with eachother; inside and outside of the arena.

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

Cara bowed her head in gratitude at being able to warm the mare up, she hadn't been enjoying the thought of trying to keep the mare standing while she waited for the others to arrive. "Thank you, Ma'am." She said, her English accented, whisper-soft voice as emotionless as her face, before she turned the mare away from the woman and her mount and then asked Ella to walk off to the track.

She kept the mare down the end of the arena away from the gate so that their warm-up wouldn't be interrupted by the entrance of the other students. Keeping her legs on either side of the mare and a good contact with the reins, she worked Ella smoothly through her paces, doing lots of transitions with circles, serpentines and figure of eights. Her plan was to get the mare loose and supple on both reins before they started going over the fences that had been set up in the arena.

Before she could get too in-depth with her warm-up, the class was called in and she walked her slightly warm mare up to the group and asked her to stand and she listened as the woman introduced herself and explained what they would be doing. She gave an inward groan when Ms Fare asked them to introduce themselves and their mount. She silently counted to ten and then drew in a breath. "I am called Cara." She said, her accented voice whisper-soft. "And this is Paint by Numbers, or Ella." She rubbed the mare's neck and allowed the reins to slide through her fingers as the mare leaned down to rub the bit against the inside of her near cannon. She collected the reins again though as Ella pawed at the ground, sick of standing still. Chewing her lower lip, she circled the mare to try and keep her occupied while they waited for the others to introduce themselves.

[madison]

Madison was happy to get the mare moving, upon the instructor’s response she nodded and headed to the mounting block. Running down her stirrups she tightened her girth before putting the reins through the running martingale and then over the mare’s delicate head. Lining her up with the block Madison smiled, it was one thing that the spicy bay mare was good at – standing for Madi to get on. With both feet in her stirrups she let the mare walk off on a loose rein, happy that Tilly instantly wanted to stretch down to the bit. The dressage schooling had been paying off, when she got nervous the mare got high with her head. It wasn’t a huge issue as she was allowed to carry her head higher when jumping, especially the big stuff but Madison needed her to focus when they were flatting and keep the adrenaline from pumping too quickly. Getting right to work after a lap of a long and low walk she asked the mare to trot, trusting her not to be a total idiot Madison was impressed with the relaxed transition and overall relaxed mare. She did shorten her reins a little as she posted along with the mare, making sure not to catch Tilly in the mouth she stayed soft with her hands and the mare accepted the concept, she didn’t like a lot of contact with her face. The petite bay mare was sensitive and had a rearing habit anyways so pulling on her face was the last thing Madison wanted to do.

She could feel the tension run through the mare’s frame when they crossed the arena to change directions, Madison changed her diagonal and kept the mare moving forwards while maintaining a counter-bend, it made the mare think more. Keeping Tilly thinking about what they were doing at the moment instead of what they were about to do kept her from anticipating and getting worked up. The mare was sensitive and smart, and when Madison asked her to pick up the counter canter through the corner she obliged. In an attempt to take a feel of the horse and balance her slightly, Madison felt Tilly shake her head and lose impulsion in the cater step. Softening her hands she pushed her forwards once more. On the straight she asked the bay for a lead change and the horse obliged, it came with a buck but was correct otherwise. Smirk lit her features a Madison chuckled at the mare’s antics, Tilly was relaxed thus far – it was both unnerving and wonderful at the same time, perhaps the bay mare could hold it together for the entire ride. Ms. Fare spoke briefly about the c lass and expectations, all of which seemed very familiar. Following the gesture to the middle Madison held back and let the other horses step ahead of her so she could circle Tilly without being a problem.

“I’m Madi, and this is Tenacious V but she just goes by Tilly.”

She kept Tilly moving around the group, she could feel her eye growing larger and larger as she looked for something to take a good look at. Moving the mare laterally from one side to the next she sidestepped her back and forward, changing the pattern she just let the mare stand quietly head low and frame relaxed. Perhaps Tilly would be tired and settled enough to just stand in lie all the other horses

ooc: clothes&&tack

[Becca Walsh]

Becca smiled when the instructor introduced herself, and quickly walked Frye away from the other horses. She smiled at how he'd been complimented, but hoped that Ms. Fare would maintain her positive opinion of Frye even when they started working.

The thoroughbred was stepping around her again, and she began to walk him again, this time towards a mounting block. The petite girl nearly always used one, and though when she didn't have access to one, she could usually manage to get on him. She didn't like to risk it often though, since the gelding move so much and he was so incredibly tall. When she reached it, she stepped up quickly, gathered his reins and mounted. The gelding was already moving away when she had settled into the saddle, and Becca stopped him for a few moments, reprimanding him sharply.

She walked him to the rail, walking for a bit before picking up a trot and making a few circles. Frye was clearly very high strung today, and his neck was held high. She cantered him for a bit in both directions, but not much, as she didn't like him to get too worked up when they were only warming up. She kept working him in circles for a while, trying to get him supple on the bit and responsive when she asked him to do something.

When Ms. Fare called the class to order, she slowed him to a walk and moved to the center, listening to her introduction. When it was her turn to speak, she smiled and introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Becca , and this is Frye." She smiled grimly down at Frye, who had stomped a couple of times as if to call attention to himself. She was a bit surprised that he wasn't moving much, but maybe it was because he was rather occupied checking out the horses around him. He wasn't completely still, of course, but at least he wasn't side stepping and pivoting.

[Diamond Patrick Parker]

Diamond smiled as the group gathered together fairly quickly, and then Ms.Fare granted permission to start warming up.

Taking Fly out to the wall with all the other students; Diamond then let her walk along at an upbeat one too. Then picking it up a bit, she touched her heels to Fly's sides; moving the mare into a trot. She was on the right lead, and had a nice beat to her pace; not to fast, or slow. Posting first, Diamond took her around a few times before moving the mare into a paced canter.

Moving her heels farther back; Fly quickly understood and then moved into a nice and steady canter. Diamond sat up and straightened her back, and tightened her heels down; while the mare carried them both around the ring. After a few times around the ring, Diamond slowed Fly to a trot again; posting. Then as Ms.Fare told them to come back in, Diamond allowed the mare to slow to a walk; and then brought her into the middle of the ring.

Letting Fly stand, and examining all the other students; Diamond reconized a few of them, and then not so much the others. As Ms.Fare gave them a lecture about all the things of Show Jumping, Diamond listened up, Now allowing them to tell names of thereselves and mounts, Diamond awaited everyone else before it came to her.

I'm Diamond, and this is Fly. she told the class, noticing how the girl, named Becca, before her, and Frye, her horse; were very similar to Fly's name. Awaiting the rest of the students to go along; Diamond wanted to jump more than ever.

[Riker Gauge]

As Riker and all the other students were allowed to warm up their mounts, Riker thanks Ms.Fare; and then rode Amara out to the wall. Noticing another student come in and just start warming up; he found it a bit rude.

Walking his mare at first, Riker tapped his heels against her side; as she was being a little sluggish towards the walk. His trick seemed to work, as Amara then picked up her hooves and walked faster. Patting the mare; Riker then started at a trot along with everyone else. Posting around the ring, he moved his leg behind where it usually laid; where as Amara took the hint and moved into a canter. A nice and steady one as well.

As the group got called into the middle; Riker praised Amara and then started into the center of the ring. Hearing the teacher speak of how it was her first day and to bare. Riker knew he would like this class; no matter what the teacher's lecture was. Hearing that they were to introduce themselves and their mounts, Riker awaited his turn; before speaking. I'm Riker, and this is Amara.

OOC: I changed Riker's speech color; as Becca already claimed Red as hers.

[Annabelle Archer]

Sun moved beautifully around the arena, changing his gaits smoothly. Belle had always loved to ride him because of that reason. The Quarterhorse was an expirerenced jumper and knew what it took to get over the bars and landed without tumbling, which was always a scary thought for his rider, even if he was pretty good. Nudging him into a canter circled around the arena two times and then stopped when she heard Ms. Fare begin to speak. Falling in line as she spoke, Belle looked to the others as it continously went down the row when they said their names and the names of their mounts. Soon enough it was her turn, "I'm Belle and this is Sun." Seemingly she was the last person to introduce herself and equine. Looking around she just at that moment realized there was only one male student in the class. A small smile played out across her face, Sun shifted his weight and snorted relitively loud. Belle's face felt hot and she was almost positive that it was red, but she didn't want to jump to that assumtion and dismissed it. Her attention back at the instructor once again.

[tayjay8]

Nikki followed through the line, listening as each student said their name; and their mount's. She didn't know if the student would be alternating their horses, but she would love it if they stayed the same, knowing that it would be better teaching. As the line narrowed down, Nikki went back through; mentally, saying everyone's names to herself. Cara, with Ella. Madi, with Tilly. Becca with, Frye. Diamond, with Fly. Riker, with Amara. Then, Belle, with Sun. she noted, happy she got it right.

Then as the last student said aloud, their name and mount's, Nikki did herself. I'm Ms.Fare; as you should know by now. This is Lash; and I'm hoping I won't have to use her for any visual demos; but let me know if needed. Nikki said; not minding if she had to, but didn't think she would need to.

Ok first off, I would just like to see where we are with flatwork; before jumping, and to loosen up your horse's muscles. We might not be doing a whole lot of jumping, just some basics; and if were lucky, then we can; depending on how the class goes. So everyone can make their way out to the rail; and then start at a walk, evenly spaced. Nikki told them. I will tell you when to switch gaits. she said to the class. You never knew how a class; with kids and horses was going to turn out, so you always have a backup plan.

As the class made a circle and about a half around the ring, Nikki called out, Trot. then watched as the class made their way around the ring again. Canter. she called again, after about two laps of trotting. As two laps were done with cantering, Nikki told the class to "switch directions and then do the same, walking first." Nikki watched as she also placed some simple cavaletti on the ground; in between jumping post.

Calling out the simple, trot, and canter, Nikki then announced. Ok I don't want to be a rude and mean teacher that doesn't let you do anything; but if you have a suggestion to next class period; what to do, games, anything; let me know. It can be this class period as well; ask me, and I'll think about it. Next, keep your horses moving on the rail; keeping their muscles good and loose. I'm going to call your name, and your going to simply go over the cavaletti. Nikki told them all.

The order will be, Cara, Madi, Becca, Diamond, Riker, and Belle.