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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Jackson tried to repeat the teacher’s name, but decided that he would just go with Mr. X. It was much easier. He listened to his back story and then to the first activity that was at hand. Though Jackson didn’t like speaking out in front of others, he got over it and knew that with a new school year was also introducing yourself to your new classmates and teachers. He also realized that speaking in front of the class was something he had to do if he wanted pass his classes, as that was something he had to do on a daily basis.
When it was his turn to introduce himself, he had it all planned out, ”I’m Jackson Mackenzie and I’m a small animal veterinarian student.” It wasn’t the worst thing he had to say, but the class was sort of large and he was just glad he was done. He listened to the rest of the students and then his attention turned back to Mr. X for the reading of the list of rules.
They weren’t out of the ordinary and he knew that he would be able to follow them easily, they were close to the rules that Sir Solomon gave them so it seemed easy enough that both classes he was taking that involved him coming to the Evening Primrose Barn had relatively the same rules.
Post by Tobias Xayarath on Nov 18, 2014 18:06:55 GMT -8
Tux smiled at the students as they gave him some information about themselves, "Wonderful. So, if you'll all follow me, I guess it's time to introduce you to your foals." He rose and led the way to the door, leaving the barn and heading to the starting arena. After it appeared that his class had followed him, he smiled, glancing out at the mayhem in the pen, then back at the students, "So, here's how this is going to go. We're all going to go in, and I'm going to catch your foals and call out names as I catch the foals. If you forget, their barn names are on their halters, show names, ask me. If you want to switch, talk to me after class. Once you have your foal, begin getting to know them, let them smell you, just don't force them to stand still, as most of them are not halter-trained yet." That would be the next class!
Grabbing a number of lead ropes, he led the way into the arena, smiling as he was nearly mobbed by the foals. Grabbing the first lead rope, ignoring the fact that it might not match the foal he was grabbing, he clipped it to one of the nearest foals, "Christophe, this is Jigsaw." After handing off the foal, he stepped away, smiling as the bunch followed him, and once he'd left Kit some room, he managed to capture the next, "Othello, this is Witt." He might have been given nicknames, but now, he was working from a list in his memory, and he didn't want to stumble, so he chose to keep it to full names for the time being. Again, a few steps, and then the next foal, "Stefan, Tess." And with that, he'd captured both of the barn manager's foals already, both of whom were friendly. The rest were curious, but were starting to catch on, and he had to coax a bit to catch the next foal.
"Maeve, Hazy." He patted the Hanoverian, easy to tell from his half-sister owing to the more friendly nature, in case the muted olive green wasn't enough contrast to Lapin's rainbow halter. However, he didn't go after her next, instead grabbing the tiny Dartmoor, "Amber, this is Fifi." There were only four foals left, the more reluctant of the bunch, but luckily, the black Frisian had already tired herself out, so he could catch her easily, "Jackson, Vallie."
The next one required some caution to approach, and Tux tapped him on the nose as the paint attempted to nip him, "Ronan, Sven. Be careful of him, he takes after his mother, sadly." Two more, and he moved on to the second Hanoverian now, "Cara, Lapin." And, just the tiny welshie left, the one who hated being caught, but he managed to trick her through the people scattered around the arena, finally snapping the lead in place, "Last, but not least, Gretchen, meet Rain."
Taking a deep breath, he walked back into the middle of the arena, smiling around, "Okay, just spend some time getting to know your foals for now, and then in about five minutes, we're done with class." He had enlisted the help of the other barn hands to transport the foals back again, as they were definitely not ready to be led, so they would be herding them more than anything, and he would just have the students release their foals again when their time was up, "If you have questions, wait until we're done with class, please."
OOC;: I only listed the people that have posted to the class, so if you're missing your assignment, please start a thread with your student meeting Tux about their assignment, we can discuss reasons to have missed class if you'd like. :- ) You don't have to reply to this class again if you don't want to, but if you'd like to, by all means, go ahead. You are now also welcome to RP with your character working with their foals outside of class. Foal pages will be updated soon. X- P
Tobias Ulric Xayarath | 'Tux' | EP Barn Hand + Foal Handling Instructor | 46
Amber waited and listened, nervously, until it was her turn to introduce herself. "Um... hi. My name is Amber Fleming and um... I have a horse named Rapunzel." She hoped that that hadn't been too boring, but there was little about herself that she was willing to share with a bunch of strangers.
Amber took the lead rope from Mr. Xayarath and looked at Fifi. She was cute. "Hi Fifi" she greeted, knowing that the foal probably didn't know what she was saying but not really caring if she did or not. Amber reached out and pet her soft neck. She smiled. It had been a long time since she had been in contact with a foal and Fifi was now the first and only foal that Amber had ever pet without a fence or a stall door between them.
Fifi trotted in place, for a few seconds, and then stood still and shook her head. Amber pulled her hand away, worried that she might have done something to upset the foal. A few seconds later, the filly nudged her, as if wanting to be pet again. Amber smiled and continued petting her, realizing that she had just been being playful and energetic.