Morning had come quick like always, and Elizabeth Cost had her music baring, her favorite thing to do. She danced around with a hairbrush in her hand, singing into it like a microphone. Her horse shoe print booty shorts pajama's not doing much to keep her warm. Why worry? It was warm out today, she opened her bedroom window and pulled the curtains to the side. She looked to the pasture, searching for her favorite boy, Oscar. Like usual he was grazing, he had obviously rolled over night, his gold trimmed cooler was layered in hard, crusty mud again. She smirked and walked to her dresser. She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out some beige riding breeches. She went to her closet and pulled out her tall zip up riding boots and a halter shirt.


She hurried down the stairs, and searched the kitchen for any type of breakfeast Mr. William may have put together, she picked up a piece of toast and ran out the front door.
What a wonderful day for a trail ride. Walking into the barn she looked around for Mr. William, he was usually in his office in the morning, but he wasnt. He must have been out to get some feed or something. She vanished from the aisle and into the tack room, she gathered Oscar's all purpose tack and a few treats that she shoved in her pocket.


After returning from the pasture with her liver chestnut stallion she put him into the cross tied. He side stepped and tossed his head, snorting and pawing at the ground. She unclipped his blanket and slide it off, "Good mornning handsome boy" She spoke softely. She brushed him down quickley, mainly his legs, what a saver that cooler was.
She tacked Oscar up and put his jumping boots on his front legs, he would be safer on the trail this way.

|.| Late to bed early to rise explained Zenith perfectly. He stood next to the barn, a sturdy hand to the buckskin tobiano Treason as he pulled the cinch snuggly around the alabaster stomach. The tobiano stood motionless, his mouth juggling the bit placidly in his mouth. Pulling at the western saddle lightly, he decided it was tight enough. He patted the tobiano gently, before gathering the reins in his hand and making his way toward the gate that lead into the trails. The morning air burned against his bare arms and face. It was a cool morning, but with the sun rising into the sky and blazing down onto his back, he make a notion to leave his black hoody in his room. The birds chirped placidly among the trees that surrounded the stable and inhabited the field. The gentle rolling thunder of horses in the paddock was relaxing, even the soft clipping of Treason's hooves on the cobbled path was admiring. He could feel Treason's warm breath along his hand as the gentle stallion outstretched his head to nuzzle gently at the hand that lead him. Zenith kept his pace calm and swinging, for surely they would have a more deliberate workout on the trail. Following the path, he soon entered the stable; where he had to walk through to reach the gate to the trails. Glancing at the horses that lined the stall, he smiled. Some reached out their heads in welcome; others turned and glared menacingly from the corner of their stalls. Sighing, he looked up to see two girls with their horses.

|.| He considered stopping and taking a different route to the trails, but the thought of company did not seem that bad. He recognized both of the girls. They were familiars around the stables. Though- their names were shrouded to him. Zenith's lips pulled back in a contemplative grimace. Should he call out? Well, that would be the polite thing to do. Muscles clenched as one of the girls called out to the other one. The call had started him, and sighing he shook his head and stepped forward, leading Treason on. The silence was almost sickening. The clatter of Treason's hooves and the various other noises that played in melody around the stable seemed suddenly out of tune. Even so, he approached the girl that had her stallion cross-tied. He gave a gentle smile- though it seemed awkward- almost out of place on his face. Lowering his gaze, he sighed as black hair fell before his azul eyes. He had to speak to her now.

"Oi."

|.| He spoke out calmly in his usual greeting. His tones were smooth and friendly; despite his inner urge to flee in almost terror. Turning, he looked toward the girl that stood with her mare. Lifting his free hand awkwardly, he waved to her. The sudden bustle was alien to him; as he usually woke up before all others to do his training and exercising in peace. It seemed he had forgotten to adjust his clock this morning. Mentally injuring himself, he shook his head then called out to the girl that stood alongside her mare.

"Hey!"

|.| Smiling, he relaxed as the silence once again took over. He didn't have to speak anymore just yet. Sighing, he looked toward the stallion owned by the girl close by. A warmblood by looks, he seemed superior. He was probably one of the champions of the stable, seeing his coat now shined after an obvious brush. Letting his azul eyes study the conformation, he was truly impressed, then pulled his eyes away. He turned, facing Treason. Hand rose to gently stroke the whiskered muzzle, and Treason lipped tenderly at his hand. Running his other hand up and down Treason's neck- he smiled. The Tobiano gelding sighed, obviously enjoying the attention before the workout.

oh o see! "Wow. That's a lot of people, let's see if we can keep up with this xD"

Elizabeth Cost struggled to keep Oscar calm, he continued throwing him head and side stepping "Easy Oscar, just hold on, we'll go shortly." She spoke yanking his head away from a horse in a stall, they were nipping each other.
Eliza rolled her eyes at the high strung stallion. She unclipped the stallion from the cross ties, and turned him around to see Avery, she smirked "Hello" She greeted, looking to her mare. She had seen the two around the barn, and taken care of Morning Glory's feed more than a couple times. "Are you and Morning Glory here going for a ride?" She asked and shifted her eyes to her stallion, who was now teasing the mare in the stall next to him. She pulled his head over. Her eyes wonder away as another person walked into the stable, she had heard his name a few times, Zenith or something like that. He seemed quiet at first, shy. But finally he spoke up and Eliza's smirk tightened on her lips again. "Hey, uh.. Zenith i take it?" She studied the boy and his horse, his horse a wonderful looking paint.
Zenith looked friendly and sort of shy, Eliza continued to smirk, watching his eyes now study her stallion, Hickory Dock. Reading his eyes, he was obviously impressed, who wouldn't be?
"This here is Hickory Dock, or in my case.. Oscar. Bred here at the stable by the two finest Warmbloods. I raised him from a foal, well, he was my father's but i took care of him.. my dad was always busy." She paused and tapped his nose away as he lipped her hair. She unclipped her helmet from around her arm and put it on. "He's going up for stud later today, or tomorrow, depending on when i have the time." She continued and looked down to the points of her riding boots. Her arm being jerked around by the hyper stallion. "I'm Elizabeth Cost by the way, i am Mr. William's stable hand. Ive been here since i was only 9 years old. He took me into his family, i don't consider myself adopted though. I know my parents are out there." She gabbled on.
Feeling slightly embarrassed her eyes scanned the aisle, she cleared her throat.
Another voice echoed into her ears, how many people would be coming on this ride?

"Hello Alex" She greeted and moved herself to the side of her stallion. She held the reins down tightly on her neck so the hyper stallion would not walk forward when she mounted. She placed her left boot into her open stirrup and swung herself lightly into the saddle and got comfortable. "You all are welcome to join me and Oscar here on our morning ride" She invited, more eager to go than anything. Oscar too seemed eager, stepping forward without permission and when he was told to stand still he would half rear and back step. Even though she was told time after time not to be mounted on Hickory Dock in the stable's, she did it anyways, as long as she could calm him down there was no reason for not being able to be mounted.