FEEL the Silence -OPEN-

[Will O'Connor]

<sup>Will ran a hand through his dark hair. It was always a mess, but he never cared. It never seemed to grow much so he didn't really have to mind it much. It stayed pretty much everywhere whatever he did with it. It wasn't too bad in some cases, but it did give him a tousled look. His dark eyes took a look around the stable yard. It was much larger than what he was used to back home in Ireland. He'd learnt to ride in basically a field. A feild, his friend Tyler and his handsome black warmblood cross, Amoni. Amoni had been the only horse Will had ridden for six years he'd spent learning to ride. He'd moved on to larger horses than the thirteen one Amoni. Mostly he'd only ridden english, traditional style. But, Tyler had wanted to move on to something different and bought a very pretty young Paint Mare. So Will was something of an allrounder when it came to riding. If he had his own way he prefered English, jumping or dressage, he wasn't picky.

Personally he'd always been a dressage boy. Amoni had always responded to him and he was a gentle rider. Of course he liked a good gallop every now and then, but discipline and control were something he had. He was very calm and contented in most situations and rarely let himself go at all. Or if he did, it wasn't much. He just wasn't that type of person. Calm and gentle was Will in a nutshell. He could just about see another horse in the distance. He'd passed one grazing about five minutes back and could still see the dark sillhouette against the horizen. He still needed a horse to ride here. He didn't have a great deal of cash, but didn't mind a bit of hard labour. He wasn't really qualified to be a riding instructor. He doubted this place needed any excercise riders, but he could do the dirty jobs. Generally ones that people didn't wish to do. Sweeping, cleaning. Anything really. He wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty.

He seemed to have taken a wrong turn somewhere. He'd played with the idea of taking a cab to the stable, but he couldn't really be asked. He was the athletic sort and prefered to have a bit of a stroll in the nice countryside. He'd been walking through the feilds for a good hour and he'd officially considered himself lost. He didn't mind. He'd find somewhere good to ask for directions. He was use he'd heard the click-click of hooves somewhere about ten minutes ago. That was a good sign, it meant he was getting close to one stable at least. He didn't know how many there might be in the vicinity. He shoved his hands into his pockets and continued on. Maybe someone would come this way some time or another. He was most probably walking in completely the wrong direction, but he didn't mind.</sup>

[Conner||Jake]

^{Let' s gehen Coors, einfach jetzt. Trott. Conner Swanke pulled the reins back on her big chestnut Hanoveiran's reins. THe gelding threw his neck up in protest, but Conner knew him well, and pulled the reins back quickly and sat deep in the saddle. Conner had decided to take Coors out into the fields behind Darlington, it was good exercise. The bleach blonde haired girl, looked around the field intently. Hearing footsteps? Odd, because then she saw a boy. Conner trotted Coors over to the boy, and paused into a walk.
Hello,}

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