ĴǗŜŤ ŤǗŘŇ ǗƤ ŤĤẸ ϻǗŜĮČ (Summer Rock Camp)

[skitty;]

Celes put her mare back in the stables and went down by the lake with a book.

[TheInvisibleSquirrel]

Peter smiled. "Yeah, I was half-expecting to go flying over the top of him..." He said.

[skitty;]

(Celes is open, BTW)

[Darling, Darling]

"You did good," she stated with an approving look. He had picked a good horse to jump with as well. Without saying anything Alexandrea picked up a trot that with different leg signals turned into a gallop. She took a somewhat medium sized jump landing it without a problem. She then took the larger jumps.

[TheInvisibleSquirrel]

Peter watched her jump, smiling.

(Sorry its so short, I am really low on muse...)

[Darling, Darling]

What do you specialize in," she asked deciding to maybe try what ever he did. She had tried some western styles of riding but preferred english. Alexandrea stopped her horse arching her back in a stretch.

[TheInvisibleSquirrel]

Peter shrugged. "Trail riding. I do also do some cattle-roping and barrel racing though. You know, rodeo stuff." He said, A tiny bit embarrassed. He had never really been into doing English riding, it just wasn't his thing.

[Darling, Darling]

"Oh, my instructor sometimes makes up practice barrel racing. It helps with the horses direction," she said not thinking that what he did was embarrassing at all. She wasn't very good at barrel racing but, she could do it.

[TheInvisibleSquirrel]

"Yeah, it's my specialty." He smiled. He stretched his arms over his head, yawning. He should have gotten more sleep the night before, cause he had to get up early to get here on time.

[Darling, Darling]

Alexandrea thought for a second, "How about we go to the barrel racing arena and we could do that," she asked watching him yawn amused her slightly. She was one of those people who could pull all nighters and be as happy as a child with a sugar high.