[MIKHAIL THANOS ANTONIOU]

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For all the people to sign up for his lessons, the last name he expected to see on his list was Cara's, especially not as a Beginner Novice student. However, as surprised as he was, he knew better than to ask too many questions, and felt a little humbled that she trusted him to be her instructor.

While he had borrowed a horse for the intermediate classes he'd taught, this time he headed out to the course on foot, as he didn't know the horse the young lady was riding very well, as he'd never been present when Cara had ridden her, so felt it better if he was on the ground in case the mare took offense to anything that was being asked of her.

He sat on one of the logs as he waited for the horse and rider to arrive, rising to his feet before the mare would have a chance to spook. "Well, she's not going to win any beauty contests, is she?" He asked with a laugh as he looked at the animal who had a horse's head and a pony's body. "Are you both ready to go?"

Dice roll

Odd number - lesson goes poorly
Even number - lesson goes well

CARA-JEAN KITCHI ---

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[CARA-JEAN KITCHI]

our voices carry

careful words we can barely speak out loud

Cara groomed the pretty little buckskin before tacking her up and putting her cross country boots and then pulled the body protector on over the top of her long-sleeved polo. She removed the cross-ties, once again wondering if she had made the right decision by signing up for lessons - which had been Mrs Clarke's suggestion - but as her lesson was in half an hour and she needed to warm her horse up. "Let's do this." She said as she led the mare out of the barn and vaulted into the saddle.

The mare had the most uncomfortable walk, her trot was even worse, but she guessed that's what happens when the young mare's sire was over sixteen hands and the mare barely reached fifteen. She blew out a breath, shaking all thoughts out of her head as she made her way to the cross country course. "Steady." She soothed as she lined the horse up to the gate, leaned down to open it and the mare almost vanished from under her. "Good girl." She smiled as she got the horse to turn on her haunches so that she could close the gate behind them and rode toward the start of the course.

She rubbed the mare's neck as she jumped to the side as there was a noise in the bush to their left and she spoke quietly to the horse as they approached the man who was waiting for them. She shrugged at his words, she'd heard them all before from the grooms where the mare had spent her first four years. "Her dam is a Connemara, sire is an Irish Sporthorse. Yes, we are ready...Well, I'm ready." The jury was still out on what the mare was going to do with how spooky she had been so far.

MIKHAIL THANOS ANTONIOU

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