Piper Hart
Piper strode out of the tack room with her dark purple grooming tote full of various tortures for her love, Oddy. The gelding was calmly unaware of his petite owner's intentions to tackle the mud splatters and volatile brambles and such-nots covering the beloved hide. He was happily munching on a pile of mixed greens: alfalfa leaves and Bermuda grass. When Piper had brought the once gorgeous copper bay up from the pastures after an overnight in the field, her face was set in a line of grim determination - unusual for the chipper brunette. First sight had caused her to let out a muffled scream of Oh My Gods (or some wording like that).- ☘ 22
☘ Female
☘ Odyssey ⚓ Nautica :: Hunter/Jumper
☘ //Open
☘ Barn Aisle
☘ #LiveToRide #WhatDidYouRollIn?
#IHopeThisIsDirt #PasturePartyAnimal
As Piper set her groom tote by the grooming bay, she headed back to the tack room for the next bucket for washing. Her stride was one of purpose. This little mishap of her goofball warmblood was not going to get her down. He was once white and gleaming, and he'll be that way again - if it's the last thing she does.
Odyssey pricked his ears and rumbled a pleasant hello to his owner as she opened his stall and slid on the leather halter with his show name plated on the cheek. He let out a blow of air over his owner's face before nuzzling his muzzle against her chest, sniffing down her side to check her pockets for treats she sometimes let him snack on. Piper poked his fleshy velvet nose out of the way before he could get into any more trouble than he already was in. "You goose! Come on. We're going to have a much needed spa day. Well you are - I'll need one by the end of this." She sighed as they clopped down the aisle way to the wash racks.
Finn O'Malley
Dismounting from his black FZ1, Finn unbuckled his helmet and shook his fringe out of his eyes. He locked the bike's front fork then headed towards the main barn aisle with the intention to put his stuff down in the tack room. He had a backpack on that held very little actually - as he kept most of his items in his locked tack trunk; his cabin wasn't too far off either if he needed to run to his bunk for other items. Unslinging his pack and letting it thump on top of the wooden dark stained trunk, he unzipped the hardshell and pulled out the supplies he'd gotten from town - a couple of electrolyte drinks, a candy bar, and a couple containers of supplements for his horses that he'd run out of, he'd also found a new bit at the tack store that he wanted to try on his stallion.- ✖ 23
✖ Male
✖ Firefly ⨂ Mischief :: Eventing
✖ //Open
✖ Barn
Finn stood in front of his mare's pasture turnout with an apple in one hand and a well-oiled halter in the other. The temperamental mare had taken one look at her owner and decided she'd rather spend her morning grazing fresh green grass than charging through the cross country field jumping 'natural' obstacles. So it was partly his fault when the previous day he'd worked her in the lake jumping in and out over logs and even a duck. "How long are you going to keep this up?" the young man asked with a sigh. As if she could understand him, Firefly swished her tail and turned her haunches towards him while maintaining her grazing position. "Fine. I'm getting Mischief." He grumbled, launching the apple into the small field - it rolled a within a few feet of the cherry bay. Her reply was to spook and throw a buck before cantering around the field and ending up at the gate. "Ohh, so now you want to come with me." Finn deftly slipped the halter over her delicate muzzle and led her up the short path to the stables.
In the crossties, the mare acted impatient with quick stamps and attempts at nibbling on her rider's elbows. "Would you quit it. We're going. Behave. Please?"
[Finn is open to anyone and everyone! In the Crossties preparing to school on the cross country course - unless you have a better idea?
