Barrel Racing - Class One.

[Evelyn Clarington]

She grunted softly as she swung the saddle up onto Quail's back. The young mare turned to look at her owner as she went about tightening the piece of a equipment, a habit she'd developed the first time she was ever saddled. Evelyn smiled. "We're not working today, pretty girl. We're going to watch everyone else work. You're just coming to work on your manners." Evelyn informed her. Evelyn was not going to put a bridle on the mare even, though she would bring it in case she needed it. Quail needed to get used to waiting around, especially for when they would begin to show. Evelyn decided her first class would be good practice. She made sure that the saddle was comfortable, grabbed her zip up binder and then unclipped Quail to start walking to arena where class would be held.

The walk to the arena was uneventful, Quail minded her manners and they had no issues. Evelyn quickly tied her at the bottom end of the arena, making sure she would be out the way of her students. Quail watched Evelyn cross the arena, her ears shooting forward as she called out. "I'm not going far. Be good." Evelyn called back without turning. She didn't set out her barrels, not yet. Today she would be gauging her students skills on a pattern, at a slow pace, and getting to know more about their experience. They would start slow, but depending how they did she may allow a faster pace toward the end of the class. Besides, a rider who can get a barrel horse to trail a pattern slow was definitely a skill that was needed - and one that she believed to be harder than going fast. At least on an experienced horse.

Class List:
Eloise Spring
Bridgette Iris Beaumont
Jessamine Smith
Victoria Greco

[Bridgette Iris Beaumont]

Iris wasn't sure if it was correct, but she went ahead and tacked Six up before class. She didn't see why it wouldn't be correct, but her confidence had faltered when classes started. her gelding wore her favorite barrel saddle, the one with the light green seat and accents. Matching breastcollar and green pad, both with peace signs on them. She was just in jeans and boots (also green) with an appropriate shirt.

"Alright, boy. Let's see what this is about." she mumbled as they walked to the arena. He nickered at the paint horse tied at the end of the arena. Iris smiled at the teacher and blushed. "Hello, I'm Iris. Probably Bridgette on the roster. I hope it's alright that I brought Six." She nodded toward the red gelding.

[Eloise Spring]

Both horse and rider were extremely eager to attend this class. Fury pawed the air impatiently as Eloise raced around him to get him ready. "Yes, I know. You're excited to go be you. Me too, dude. Me too." She assured him, straightening him up. He may be excited, but he didn't need to be an ass about it. Eloise was just as excited. Especially when she had learned who their instructor would be. She'd followed Evelyn Clarington's career for many years. The woman was a legend on the circuit. Eloise wasn't ashamed to admit that she had a signed image of her instructor in her room at home. Courtesy of said instructor's little brother whom Eloise had harassed relentlessly for the first three months of knowing him at their old school to get one for her.

Eloise and Fury strode quickly to the arena. Eloise didn't let the gelding get away from her, however, and corrected him when he tried to push his way into the arena ahead of her. She scolded him quietly and reset him before trying again. This time, they entered without issue. There was already a student there - as well as her idol - and a pretty paint tied at the other end of the arena. Evelyn's new horse. Eloise followed the woman on twitter - she knew when her old horse had been retired and the mare's offspring had replaced her. "Good Afternoon, Ms. Clarington." She smiled - a little too brightly but she was going to be learning from her idol! Eloise also nodded slightly to the other girl. She didn't recognize her, but remained polite. Fury stood surprisingly calmly, much to Eloise's pleasure. She ran a hand slowly up and down his neck, soothing him until it would be time to get to work.

[Victoria Greco]

Tori was surprised she wasn't sparkling as she hurried to Poe's stall. She was that excited. "Come on, come on, come on!" She said as she slipped the turquoise head collar over his nose and led him out to the grooming stall.

As excited as she was to get out to class, she made sure to take the grooming seriously, as she really didn't want to spend her first barrel class on the ground. She then tacked him up in his turquoise gear and led him out to the arena, trying her best to keep her feet on the ground, though as soon as Poe saw the arena, she sobered up instantly, as she needed to led the gelding know that she was well and truly in charge as he began to dance around. "Quit it already!" She finally snapped and nodded as the gelding dropped his head as though she had yanked on the reins, and they entered the arena "Good afternoon. I'm Victoria Greco and this is Trouble... I mean Poe."

[Jessamine Smith]

Jessa smiled as she finished running a brush down Zo's legs and then started tacking up the gelding. She'd dragged a wheelbarrow out with the gelding's tack, not wanting to bother bringing him to the barn for grooming. Once he was ready, she set her grooming kit back into the wheelbarrow and pulled it beside them as they walked near the barn - she'd leave it against the wall, out of the way, and grab it when they were done, to reverse the process.

After it was parked, she buckled on her helmet and then walked out to the arena. She led Zo inside and then looked at the rest of the students in the class, smiling at Iris and considering the two others, both of whom seemed to be new too.