ASHA KAYS
Ashe laughed as Bentley followed her into the barn, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She came to a stop at Cane ' s stall, his elegant head looking for her. He nudged her shoulder, and she scratched his forehead. The brunette went to the tackroom and grabbed his lime green saddle pad and his black saddle, laying his green beaded bridle on top of the saddle. She almost ran back to his stall, leading him out and tying him to a post to tack him up. The big Akhal-Teke snorted when she was done, following her like a puppy dog outside. Bentley stayed in Cane's stall, curling up in the sawdust. Ashe went to an arena with jumps set up, and she removed his halter as soon as she got inside. Ashe mounted, setting Hurricane at a gentle trot, then a canter, aiming for an easy jump. He sailed over with ease, the unbundled straps of her helmet floating in the wind.
PIERCE KAYS
Pierce snapped his laptop shut, stretching his shoulders. He got up, blue eyes surveying the housing area, and went inside. His long fingers plucked his letterman jacket from the back of a chair, and he tugged it on, walking out the front door. Sleepy Royce followed him, calmly walking on his left side, without a leash. When the duo reached the barn, Pierce went to the tackroom first, grabbing Darkaphobia's sky blue saddle pad and matching beaded bridle, the saddle thrown over his shoulder. He quickly tacked up the Gypsy Vanner, leading her out of her stall by her blue lead rope and halter. All her stuff was blue, down to the tiny rubber bands he used when she had to have her hair braided and knotted for competitions. The same went for Cane, although his stuff was lime. Pierce led Pheobe out if the barn and into an empty arena near Ashe and a stranger around her age. ((America)) He removed the mare's halter and didn't bother with a a helmet like his sister did, even she barely wore it, it was only used for competition, really. He ran Pheobe through a few new exercises, then trotted her around the ring. He came to a full stop after a single lap and pointed Pheobe at the first jump, holding her head high l I'm keeping a real comp. She perked up, thinking that they were competing, and when he set her loose, she ran meticulousley, using her rarely seen perfect form.











