Firsts of Many Firsts

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Now this was his favorite part, to teach. It was the first of class that he'd taught but he was excited. Drew had a list of things that he wanted to cover in this session. He walked over to the White Oak Barn and found Rebel had his head hanging out of his stall. "Hi buddy." The man had made the decision to not bring his mount only because he didn't want to have to pay attention to Rebel and attempt to help a student. Feeding the gelding a few treats Drew gave him a pat and headed off towards the indoor arena. Figuring it was getting cold he didn't want the students to get cold waiting for help or something of the sort. 

He entered arena to see that no one was here, which was good as it was during class time and during school hours. Good to know these kids take their academics seriously. He smiled and rolled his head and shoulders as he waited for his students to arrive. He was ready to help them in any way he could. There were only a few students in the class but he knew that Kentucky was famous for its racing and English riding as oppose to Montana and that area is more known for their western riding and rodeos.

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Current Students;
@aedus
@echeatherton
@running5
Quillec
Stefano Rice
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Aedus finished the thorough brushing he had been giving Sunny, rolling his head about his shoulders and shaking himself slightly to loosen his muscles. He had her currently on the cross ties and soon began to tack the mare up, quickly and efficiently. He wasn't rather sure what he would need for this particular class and only hoped he didn't need much aside from a tacked up horse, and it was with that particular thought he donned a riding helmet over his black hair and set about leading the mare towards the indoor arena.

As he led the beautiful Arabian mare into the indoor arena he smiled at the man he assumed to be the teacher, as he seemed to be the only one present, and led the mare up to him. "Hi," he began, the smile on his face unfaltering though color had tinged his face,"I..uh, didn't really know what all I would need so I just kinda..." he made a calm gesture to the tacked up mare,"winged it." It was here his smile appeared a bit sheepish, but nonetheless he appeared to be happy. Out of pure habit he reached up to run his hand through his hair, only to find that the helmet he wore prevented it.

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Cassidy was careful with the pinto mare she had been assigned to. She was no novice with horses, in fact her own was watching her curiously a few stalls down. Still, she sighed and tried to make friends with the Curly school horse she was groooming. Radio... what a strange name for a horse, she thought to herself as she brushed the mare down. She noticed that Radio would have these moments where she would get incredibly interested in something far off in the distance, and might jump a little when she was stroked with a brush or touched. Cassidy made a note of that, she didn't particularly want to startle the poor girl at all.

She had watched a video on tacking a Western horse, and made a note to ask her teacher to check her over before she got on, in case she, in her ignorance, had done something wrong. She had grabbed one of he western snaffle bridles to use, figuring a beginner in any discipline shouldn't be using anything more than just a snaffle. Dressed in her boot-cut blue jeans and paddock boots, a button-down shirt with a vest to keep warm, and her low-profile helmet, she led her horse out to the arena.

Small class, she thought as she entered the arena. Looked like it was going to be just her, one other boy (and of course the instructor). She smiled at her instructor as she walked up,  with Radio walking calmly behind her.

"Hello, I'm Cassidy." She began, stopping a few feet from him and next to the other student in the class. She had never met him before. "Though, the class list will have my name as Emily. This is the first time I've ever tacked western, so you might want to check my tack over...." she said, swinging her gaze back at the huge saddle on the mare behind her (well, it was proabably average size for a western saddle, but it seemed big and heavy compared to her light little event saddle, and even to her dressage saddle).

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A male student who he guessed was Aedus Riverwell with a grey Arabian looking mare. Drew smiled when the boy told him that he had just “winged it”. ”That’s perfectly fine.” From what he could tell the saddle, saddle pad, cinch, and bridle was there so that was all they needed for this class.

At a later point he would check the tack, thoroughly, making sure the cinch was tight, the saddle was balanced, the bridle was on correctly, etc. His thoughts on the boy’s name was confirmed when his female student told him what her name was, Cassidy. Drew nodded when she told him what she would be wrote down as on his list and quickly scribbled it out and changed it. ”That’s fine and I plan to check both of your horses’ tack before we get started.” He smiled and clapped his hands lightly, officially starting the class. ”As you can see this class is on the smaller side, but that is good for you two, meaning you’ll get more one-on-one time which means for the most part more progression.”

He welcomed his two students with, ”Hello and welcome to the first class of beginner western class. I am your instructor Andrew Rhodes, but you can call me Drew or Mr. Rhodes, which ever you’re more comfortable with.” He thought to himself that he would be much more comfortable with them calling him Drew but whatever worked for them worked for him. Thinking about it he probably should ask a few questions to get a general feeling for how much riding experience they have. ”So before I check your tack, I would like to know how much riding experience you have, even outside of western.” Drew thought was would be a good place to start for the first class.

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Seth huffed slightly at he stared at his untacked horse, frowning. He was late for class as it was, and he had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to tack up a horse. Oops. Maybe he should have asked, but a glance at his watch told him it was too late now. He had only just figured out the halter, after nearly 10 minutes of running back and forth between the barn and meadow to copy what had been done there. It had been simply enough to do, but the straps were twisted and the halter was crooked.

Swearing he grabbed what he knew to be the lead and hooked it on the "bottom" ring, before he unclipped the horse from the ties and turned him to lead him out of the barn and towards the arena.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap

He was not sure which arena the class was held in. He led the American Quarter Horse he had been assigned towards the arena directly across from White Oak, but quickly figured out that that was not the beginner class. Wheel himself and the horse around he took off in the direction of the other arena, Merc following him at a quick-paced trot as the boy settled somewhere between jogging and running.

Eventually he arrived at Benedict's arena, and saw only a grown man and two teenagers. This was most likely it. Breathing hard from the rushed hurrying he slowed and led the Red Dun into the arena, standing on the right hand side of the horse. There was a blush on his face as he neared the teacher, ready to be insulted on his lack of any knowledge of horses.