Polish and Skywalker 1X1

[rey skywalker]

'Are you here training to compete in the axis competition?" Bethany asked, a gleam in her eye that Amaris noticed many competitive riders had. Even Julliard had it to when he competed. Amaris narrowed her eyes at them. Thats when a special someone approached and happened to break the tense atmosphere. It was Evah Durmonk, the reigning european show jumping champion who competed in the olympics in france that past fall. "Bethany," She said, her accent thick, 'Don't you have elsewhere to be then pestering Julliard Hamilton?" Catching sight of amaris, Evah squealed happily and hugged her, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek as though they were old friends. "Can you tidy up your bed Evah?" Amaris said with a playful smile. Bethany seemed to wait upon a response, sending glares at Evah.

[Perfect Polish]

"Ah....no I'm not actually. I'm here on personal matters actually" he said, though his eye grew slightly bright with interest. He hadn't heard about a competition at the academy. "Though I might be interested. " A new member entered the room, drawing Julliard's eyes over to her. He knew her almost immediately, having seen her compete on several occasions but never having met her in person. Evah seemed to dismiss the girl, Bethany, from the room with an air of slight annoyance. She turned towards Amaris, and ran towards her, flinging her arms around Aramis. Based upon this greeting, Julliard determined that the two must of known each other. He was slightly curious to how the two had met and one of Europe's finest show jumpers had ended up in and American riding academy.

[rey skywalker]

Catching Sight of Julliard's confused expression, Amaris' thoughts clicked together the obvious. She was hugging and displaying affection for a fine european equestrian who just competed in the olympics on behalf of France. Before she could respond properly, Bethany shoved a flyer that she received from her back pocket onto Julliard's chest and told him to check it out. She mentioned herself that she was entering she she wished him good luck. Evah's arms were wrapped fondly around the upper torso of Amaris' body, protective yet affectionate. "She's here for support through this ordeal of mine," Amaris said, bidding no more than just that. "Your mother - is she well?" Evanhasked Julliard, her accent still very thick.

[Perfect Polish]

The flyer was shoved in his chest and before he could even comprehend the action, Bethany had left the room. His attention was brought back to the Evah and Amaris, who were both still locked in their tight embrace. Amaris's explanation was simple yet said everything. "Umm.... not as well. That's the whole reason I'm actually here. The doctors are attempting to reverse the progression, so we're hopeful" Julliard said. His eyes developing a slight sadness in them as he spoke. It wasn't public news that his mother had worsened, the family preferred to keep the media away. Though out of the two individuals in the room still, he felt he could trust them.

[rey skywalker]

"So are you still available to help me like you promised me yesterday?" Evah asked, her fingers curling around the back of Amari's neck, her blue eyes watching the dark haired girl with hope. Amaris' blue eyes flickered over to Julliard, acknowledging that this entire time she knew there was a competition and hadn't spoken a word about it to the male competitor. Obviously, this could anger anyone. She even informed his father that Amaris had told Julliard about the competition and he refused to compete. She was lying. But why? Amaris found herself to shift her gaze elsewhere, uncomfortable by the information bethany had sprung upon Julliard.

[Perfect Polish]

Julliard's eyes trained on Amaris's as she seemed to avoid his gaze. She seemed suddenly uncomfortable with the situation and the information that Bethany had decided to inform him about. Had she known about it and refused to tell him for a reason? At first he had assumed maybe it wasn't something she had thought about in the two days they had been together but the way she appeared to be acting suggested differently. The next question that popped in his head was why. "So this competitions a week from the day?" he said glancing down at the flyer Bethany had given him. "Short time period to get a horse prepared to compete again." he noted glancing back over at Amaris, wondering the reaction she would give back. A week was a short time to get Conquistador prepared. They had bee practicing but the two hadnt been in the circuit for almost a year due to the accident and time.

[Lacuna]

Amaris seemed to blatantly ignore Julliard's comment. "Yah," Evahh replied, happy to be one to confirm the information. "I'm sure you can do it," The french champion reassured him. "Well no ones forcing you to compete," Amaris said under her breathe, irritated quickly by his over dramatic reaction to his dilemma. To the young girl, there were more pressing issues than his lack of time to ready his horse for competition. "I'm going back to my room, if you want to help King you are welcome, but otherwise it doesn't matter," She said, starting to wander off back to the hall, but she dropped off his drink beside him on the counter. Evah watched Amaris go, a frown appeared upon her face. "Bethany knows better than to spring that stuff up infront of her," She said, clearly talking about Amaris.

[rey skywalker]

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[Perfect Polish]

Julliard's eyes followed Amaris as she left the room, a terrible feeling suddenly pulling at him as he realized how what he said had effected her. "I shouldn't have pushed it either" he murmured to Evah, his dark eyes still watching the door where Aramis had just left. Part of him wanted to go after but another new she probably wanted a little space. "So where do I sign up?" he asked turning back to the French champion.

[rey skywalker]

Evan smiled softly at Julliard. "If you don't want to follow her, oh well," She sighed. "In the stables, by the tack room there is a sheet you sign your name and take a testing round. It doesn't end until sunday night." She mentioned, running a hand over her hair.