[ANGÉL JASMINE PETIT]

Angél arrived at the barn after school, throwing her schoolbag across the tack room as she walked in. She'd really enjoyed her summer, and now that she was having to fit riding around school again - and homework - she was having trouble adjusting. With a sigh, she opened her locker and pulled out her riding clothes, tucking her schoolbag inside, and then went to get changed.

After giving Sandman a good grooming and tacking him up, she led the buckskin out to the arena and mounted up. With a frown of concentration, she thought about what she planned to do and gave a decisive nod as she used her legs to encourage the gelding to step closer to the fence, where she pulled her stirrups leathers free from the saddle and let them drop to the ground on the outside of the arena, but close enough to the fence that they wouldn't be a hazard to anyone walking past. With another nod, she let her legs hang free as she squeezed the Selle Français forward, riding him around the outside track as she sat tall in the saddle. She had read that working without stirrups would give her a better seat, and she figured that removing them all together would stop her from giving up too quickly, and taking them back, if they were just crossed over the pommel.

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[SAGE ASTER LAVIGNE]

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I’d always thought I was above being fascinated by anyone but myself.

He had a long day between managing four horses - the three Naomi had given him under her care and Pointer - and dealing with shit that just kept on seeming to come up. No matter how many times Sage explained to people that he was not a stablehand, but a groom - and the fact that there was a difference, nobody cared. They all wanted him to do something. Sage found it utterly annoying, especially when it came to certain clientele within the barn. Shockingly, he kept his mouth shut, if only to not get himself in trouble with Naomi.

What the young man hadn't been expecting was to nearly kill himself on a backpack in the tack room. What pissed him off even more was that the stumble had happened right in front of Emma Young and Sabine Radley, the latter of the girls flat out laughing at him while Emma, well, he wasn't sure what to make of the look on her face. Sage himself huffed, ignoring the girls as he grabbed the bag and whipped out of the tack room as fast as he could. Blue eyes took one look at the bag, and he had all the answers he needed as to who nearly killed him, but even worse, embarrassed him. It was dumb really, Sage wasn't even sure why he was so upset over it other than it had been a day.

Sage headed outside, getting a good view of the area before noticing a buckskin horse and rider meandering in the outdoor arena. Clutching the backpack, he stormed with purpose towards the two. He came up short at the fence, and while he didn't yell as to upset Sandman, the teenager had a tone, "Angel!" He called out, holding up her bag as evidence, "How many times do I have to tell you to put your bag into your locker?" Honestly, at this rate, Sage was beginning to think that the thirteen year old was starting to do it on purpose.

→ September 2024
→ ANGÉL JASMINE PETIT

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[ANGÉL JASMINE PETIT]

Angél had just got her breathing even and could feel herself sinking into the saddle as she relaxed her muscles and concentrated on her posture in the saddle. "Angel!" Her head snapped over toward the voice, so much for being relaxed, and she frowned at the sight of her bag being held aloft. "How many times do I have to tell you to put your bag into your locker?" She rubbed Sandman's neck as she used her legs to get the gelding to turn toward the young man. "I did!" She said indignantly. "It even hit the lockers when I originally threw it, and then I put it away after I got my riding clothes out." Sure, she hadn't been in the best of moods when she had arrived t the barn, but she knew better than to get on Naomi's bad side, especially when the Tinkerbell kind of told everyone who it belonged to.

With a sigh, she used her legs to get the gelding to move forward again, applying a little more pressure when the gelding grunted and refused to move. "Don't be an âne." She growled, nodding as the horse sighed and moved forward. "I swear, Sage, I put my bag away before I got changed and got Sandman ready to be ridden." Try as she might, Angél just couldn't relax in the saddle, as doubt began to gnaw at her as she tried to go back over what had happened when she first arrived at the barn and walked into the tack room, though she was certain that she had put her bag away, and even if she hadn't, it would have been against the wall and not in anyone's way, because she was guessing that the only reason that Sage would be out here, fuming at her, if he'd only seen it on the floor.

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