[ZACHARIAH JORDY O'DELL]

Zac rubbed his hands together, brushing off the dust and horse hair he'd accumulated from his task today. He couldn't deny he was proud of himself, and he was looking forward to seeing how proud Wynnie was of him too. His wild brown eyes watched as the two horses - a similar brown - both went charging off down the path and away across the fields. They expertly followed his tempting trail as if they'd planned their escape along with him, galloping excitedly across one field, and through the gate of the next like they had the devil on their tail. Okay, so Zac had wound them up somewhat as he'd trudged them out of their boring stable and then sent them hell to leather out the barn and away - and the two did seem to be riling each other up plenty, but hey, he was just an innocent by-standing who had... 'attempted' to collect them - right?

Despite being a rich kid with the richest of rich daddy's, he was not one of the popular crowd. They had tried and failed to initiate him into the tribe, but whilst Zac enjoyed having friends - and lot's of them - he wasn't interested in politics or hierarchy, especially at school. He tried to avoid being in school as much as possible and he didn't care for gossip, he had other shit to fry, so where was the point in it? He'd assumed they would try and make him an enemy instead, but they hadn't - perhaps he was too rich for them to touch, or they'd decided he wasn't worth the hassle given that he'd left them alone and not gotten in the way.

Still, he knew things - enough things - and he had a natural status that he didn't need to work for, which meant when he wanted to know things, it was easy as hell to find out. Like, where did Theresa keep her horses, and which one's were they, and how easy would it be to... remove them for a short time. He didn't really thing about the dangerous part of the recklessness of it all. They were horses after all, and horses liked being outside so what was the issue? He was just... helping them do it, and making sure they did it really far away. Grinning, he began whistling a merry tune as he strolled out of the chaos of the barn - it was only him in there as a person, but the other horses were now on edge from all the charging about and had started to whip up storms in their stables, neighing and stomping. He figured it was best to scarper before someone started questioning him and figured out who was the culprit.

WYNTER ALINA MORIARTY