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?
Post by Ailsa MacLeary on Jan 7, 2018 7:39:37 GMT -8
Now, the first thing anyone ever noticed about Ailsa was her prosthetic leg. She couldn't blame them; it stared one right in the face, so to speak. The damn thing used to be such a burden for her, but over the past year she'd improved with it much more than she could have imagined. She was riding sidesaddle now, so Oscar was getting back into shape. So was she. And now she had a Falabella, too, completely unplanned. But, over five months, she'd grown to love the little bugger.
She'd taken to walking in the pasture with her geldings. Other horses were welcome to come investigate, too. Today, however, she had brought her cane. Her leg wasn't made for running. Being an art teacher with two horses, she didn't exactly have the money to buy one just for running, especially since she probably wouldn't use it. She'd brought her cane because she was going to try to pick up the pace. She missed being able to run in the pasture with her horses.
While she didn't want to be a pessimist, she knew it probably wasn't going to work. She started with a light jog, but she was only able to take a few steps. She lost her balance, but that was why she'd brought the cane. Sure, it sank into the ground a little bit, but at least she was able to catch herself. Sundae and Oscar were only a few feet away when she nearly fell. Sundae was already on his way over to search her pockets when she straightened up. She laughed and scratched between his ears.
Post by Reagan Amalia Hart on Jan 11, 2018 22:44:53 GMT -8
Reagan headed out to the pastures to see where River was at. She had put him out in Pasture 2 earlier, but she wasn't sure where he would be out there. She looked around, and noticed a woman walking through the pasture with a cane. Reagan raised her eyebrow, concerned the woman might fall. And of course, Reagan noticed River was heading over to the woman, in search of some treats.
The paint had a problem when it came to food. He thought everyone had some sort of snack, just for him. And he would sniff it out if he could figure it out. Reagan whistled for the paint, and she watched him prick his ears towards her, but ignored her just the same. He kept heading toward the other woman. Reagan headed over to him, and slipped her hand through the bottom part of his halter. He had just about reached the woman when Reagan caught up. "Hey, sorry he's so nosy," she apologized. "I'm Reagan, and this is River," she said, introducing herself and her horse.
Post by Ailsa MacLeary on Jan 14, 2018 13:52:12 GMT -8
Ailsa heard a whistle and turned her head toward it. A blonde woman, probably calling her horse. She and her geldings turned and watched as the woman approached. Ailsa smiled when she caught her horse.
"Oh, it's no problem. My little lad here is the same way." She gave Sundae's forelock a tug. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ailsa, and these are Sundae and Oscar."
Post by Reagan Amalia Hart on Jan 25, 2018 15:40:54 GMT -8
Reagan loved to spend time with her horses. She couldn't wait until she could bring her other mare to Blue Ridge. The mare wasn't quite ready to travel, but she would be soon. She was spending some extra time with a trainer back home. As soon as she was done, she would be able to join Reagan and River. "Nice to meet you," she said, happily. "You have some gorgeous horses." Reagan loved being around horses. It was the reason she had the job she did. "Are you an instructor here?" she asked out of curiosity.
Post by Ailsa MacLeary on Feb 6, 2018 8:59:29 GMT -8
Ailsa smiled warmly at the compliment. "Oh, thank you. Your gelding is lovely as well. I have a soft spot for patterned horses." She gestured toward her spotted duo. Sundae stepped forward to sniff at Raegan's pockets. Ailsa pushed at his shoulder until he moved off. He pinned his ears and she frowned at him like a mother does with her disobedient child. Then she turned her attention back to Reagan. "Sorry. Yes, I'm the art instructor. Yourself?"