Bennington Boarding School {Accepting! MALES NEEDED}

[juliall]

Taylor walked out to the barn, her hair in a ponytail, she had tan breeches on with her boots and half chaps.She smiled, walking into the barn. She smiled, stroking her horse's face, "Good morning, Manny" she said, stroking the grey's face.

[The Royal Mirage]

Josh took Concorde over a few of the shorter jumps for warmup.

Bryan entered the stable, eyes narrowing when he saw Concorde's stall emptied. D@mn, Josh had beaten him again. When did that guy get up anyways? He walked past Taylor on his way to Cortez's stall, taking the dark brown stallion out to start grooming him.

[juliall]

Taylor smiled haltering up the gelding before leading him out to the crossties, grooming him. She would be riding him in the chilly air, that way she could have a good ride before she was tired, besides, more people would be out to ride later.

[The Royal Mirage]

Bryan finished grooming Cortez, saddling him up and leading him outside to the dressage arena.

[juliall]

Taylor sighed, tacking up the grey, putting on her columbia jacket before her helmet, leading the horse out to one of the arenas, the one next to the dressage arena. She mounted, warming the grey up.

[The Royal Mirage]

Bryan swung up and started Cortez at a leisurely walk. The moody twin looked a bit off today, his eyes flicking back to the barn every now and then.

Josh urged Concorde forward again, taking a 4 foot oxer with ease, then landing and going for a triple bounce

[juliall]

Taylor worked with Manny as he bucked with pleasure. "Manny" she said, sternly, bringing him back down to a walk.

[The Royal Mirage]

Bryan finished his work out with Cortez, hopping off to lead the stallion around for a cool-off.

[juliall]

Taylor then asked the gelding for a trot, the warmblood holding his head nicely, staying with a forward movement.

[The Royal Mirage]

Bryan lead Cortez inside, spotting Josh already grooming Concorde. "What time do you wake up?" he asked huffily.

Josh laughed, picking out Concorde's hoof. "That my bro is classified information," he joked, using his fake James Bond impression.

Bryan rolled his eyes, clipping Cortex in. The two stallions pinned their ears back at each other, heads high and tails swishing.