-Beth-
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Beth was barely listening to the instructions. She was busy, really, eyes scanning over each mustang. She noticed the paints first, there were three of them in the pasture. Beth always did have a thing for paints. Then there were several more mottled horses, either roan or appaloosa among the rest. She was practically buzzing, every nerve ending felt on edge. It was exciting, and moreso it was a challenge. Sammy, she had bought young, yes, but he was trained. And her horse before had been a beginners mount, an easy mare to ride. This was something different entirely. A mustang who'd never known humans.... she was excited.
The young woman glanced around the group, taking in her peers. All seemed, well, boring. The people she usually hung out with were far more varied. Piercings, outrageous hair... they had it all. But they weren't horse people. In fact, many of Beth's friends liked to make fun of her for her passion. They just didn't understand. There was a thrill, a connection that was so spectacular Beth likened it to magic sometimes. With a small, wry smile she realized that maybe the people here couldn't be all bad. They were all here for the magic too, anyway.
Her attention was brought to the man at the front, Andy, she thought, as he glanced to the other instructors. Beth made a mental note of this. He tried to be tough (and he succeeded, really) but Andy seemed a little unsure. Beth guessed he hadn't been in charge before. She filed this observation away, you could never know when a tidbit like that could be useful. Not that she planned in getting in trouble here, it was too amazing of an opportunity to waste. Somehow, inevitably, trouble always seemed to find Beth though.
-Torin-
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Torin stood a little apart from the group. He too had his eye on the horses, although he tried to pay attention to the words. His eye was caught almost immediately by the single solid colored mustang. The bay, whom he assumed to be a gelding by the thick build, was watching the human group. There was little to no fear in his eyes, just cunning. The bay's ears were pricked up, and Torin would swear he was listening to the instructor speak as well. He was instantly drawn to the bay, intrigued by the bold stare. It's probably a bad sign He reminded himself. The ones who aren't afraid have no respect.
Torin forced his eyes away from the bay mustang, instead focusing on the instructor. He didn't have much to say yet, although Torin looked forward to hearing the schedule for the day. He was more than ready to choose his mustang. And anyway, he already had a faint idea of which one he would try for.