Blue Ridge is a fictional town located deep in the heart of Kentucky. It is home to one of the most well known equestrian academies in the United States. Students and staff from all over the world join the academy for what it has to offer. Do you have what it takes to join us and learn from the Academy?
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Post by Ailsa MacLeary on Feb 13, 2017 8:24:52 GMT -8
Ailsa let out a small chuckle. "You don't have to apologize all the time. I'll look for Ms. Carr, if you think she can help. I'd love any kind of help at this point." She paused, thinking about things. "I've seen some riders that use a crop to give aids, instead of a leg. I can try that with Oscar." Again, she paused, and sighed. She didn't know if she had it in her to jump again, but there was trail riding, or dressage, or English pleasure. Maybe.
Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Feb 13, 2017 14:33:10 GMT -8
Cara pressed her lips together to stop another apology from escaping. She nodded when the woman agreed to going to see the other barn manager, as Cara respected Ms Carr's opinion on horses, after all the woman had selected her first mount for her at the Academy, and she quite often still exercised Luna for the woman to keep the mare level-headed.
She flinched at the mention of crops and pressed her lips together as she moved to another part of the room and began to sort out the evening feeds for her two ponies, which she would put lids over and leave them until later. "With everything that has happened, I... I couldn't imagine my life without horses. She shrugged as she measured out dried herbs to go the feeds, the fresh she would add right before they were given to the ponies. "No matter how... no matter what life dealt to me, more times than not, I always had a four-legged friend to escape from everything with."
Post by Ailsa MacLeary on Feb 16, 2017 10:03:02 GMT -8
Ailsa listened with an oddly grave expression that she was completely unaware of. Well, she'd never know what the kid had been through, but she knew that having Oscar and Ziegler around had gotten her through the hardest thing she'd encountered yet. She shifted her weight onto her good leg, even though it was getting sore. "I don't know how much I understand, but I know that having my dog with me always and going to the barn to visit Oscar helped me. You know, after I lost my leg." Even though she had been wary of the barn. Her older brother always had to go in first. It sort of reminded her of a jumpy horse that always needed a handler to pass a scary object first.
Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Feb 17, 2017 0:49:21 GMT -8
She pressed her lips together as she mixed the feeds with her hands, wondering if she had maybe said too much, as the last thing she needed was to be called to Dr Thatcher's office, as that would be a ball of laughs to explain to her therapists.
She placed the lids on both of her feed bins and realised that she had suddenly run out of things to do, short of fixing all the feeds for the school horses, but she had a feeling she'd find herself in a might of trouble, she was probably going to get spoken to about the hay nets. "I...I thank you for your help, Ma'am." She said softly with a graceful curtsy, more from habit than need. "If you will excuse me, I shall allow you to get on with your day."
Post by Ailsa MacLeary on Feb 20, 2017 20:57:20 GMT -8
"Of course, Ms. Kitchi. I'm around if you ever want to chat. Have a good day." She waved, blushing a little when the girl curtsied. She was something else, that Cara. It was likely that Ailsa would never know what sort of past was haunting her, and it was none of her business, but one couldn't help but be curious.