Welcome to the Olympics!(Horse&Rider Rp)(OPEN&ACCEPTING)

[TruckerGirl]

Sara
I still didn't notice Morag, As I cleaned Jetta's stall. I was in my own little world not thinking that the other people were up, like me. I finished cleaning her stall and patt her neck "Did you sleep well, Jetta I didn't I never can sleep good on the first night of a new place" I smiled and hugged her.

[jet pack blues]

Ásta felt anger boil up inside of her. She turned around to face Morag, her blue eyes seemingly edged with rough ice. "Do not call me miss," she said sharply, narrowing her eyes to her own disdain. She felt small, as though she had to defend herself against being contained. "If you are to be taking the job of looking after my horse, I expect nothing less than perfection," she continued on in her fit. She began listing out things that Bouncy liked, trying to throw Morag off track. "She needs each of her supplements measured out perfectly - every single little grain of it perfect!" and, "If she has even the smallest of pebbles or sort in her hooves..." and so on and so forth until she gave a huff, stalking out of the barn. Sure, Morag was quite a charmer, but a girl like Ásta found things such as being bedridden considered a sign of weakness.

Bouncy watched wistfully as Ásta walked away. She blinked her big, brown eyes a few times, searching the darkness to make out the other humans. She nickered towards them, seeking out attention.

[Alpha*]

Ketch is left to his own devices, well, to eat, as Morag shrugs off her words. He was used to being snapped at - but she would still be Miss Asta, or Asta ma'am to him. In silence save for , "Easy there girl.." and other such mumblings he begins to work in her stall with the same dilligance as he gives his own family (which includes his horse and the soldiers he works with) - or he'd give himself at the best of times. Finally, running out of words that didnt involve himself or Asta he humms a wordless song while he works.

[jet pack blues]

Bouncy nickered at the boy once more, taking skippy steps over to him as he labored around in her stall. She shoved her forehead into his abdomen playfully, not necessarily aware of how roughly she had done so. All she wanted was to play.

Ásta lay in bed, falling right to sleep the moment her head hit her pillow. She couldn't wait until breakfast - one of the only times she was allowed to go outside, of course, with an escort.

[Alpha*]

Morag grunts as he is shoved into the wall. So, he gently shoves her away, doubled over in breathless pain tears running down his cheeks in irredecent ribbons. When Ketch pins his ears at her, a low sound is issued with difficulty that makes him back off. "Easy girl, I'm no bull." he gasps and then slowly gets back to work.

[TruckerGirl]

Sara
I heard a loud thump sound I went to see the where it came from "are you okay Morag?" I asked him "would you like a hand? I finished up with Jetta and I can't sleep very good anyway" I offered him.

[jet pack blues]

Bouncy caught sight of Ketch out of the corner of her eye and instantly backed off - she had learned from day one to respect any and all stallions. She went back to munching on her food, taking a mouthful before walking over to Morag once more, slowly chewing on her feed as she stood merely a stride or two away. She loved just being able to hang out with anyone - human or horse - and was so far enjoying Morag's company. She snapped her head around as a girl approached them a little too quickly. Bouncy's nostrils flared red and she backed up quickly, her bottom soon slamming into the wall of her stall as she tried to get away. She had never acted such as this before.

[Alpha*]

Mor slips from the stall, "Could you do me a favor?" he asks her. He is alittle ashaimed of the asking for help, Why? Because he hardly knows her. "Could you take her out? I dont think I'm broken." he pauses, "She just doesnt know her own strength I think, or isn't diciplned." he is already very sore. He instantly reaches a hand out to the mare murmmering a "Shhh.."

[TruckerGirl]

Sara
I smiled "okay I'll take her for a walk around the indoor arena and come back, or you can just tell me when you're ready for her" I said as I slipped on her halter and lead rope and walked down to the arena.

[jet pack blues]

Bouncy softened a little as she realized it was just another human, but as that same human approached her with a bunch of ropes in her hands and attempted to pull them over her face, she was not happy. She missed the small, gentle movements her rider made when she came to handle her. Bouncy was a frisky Throughbred mare - not a twenty year old trail horse. As the girl asked her to walk behind her, she instantly threw her head up. If she pulled hard enough, maybe the rope would jerk out of her hands....