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[Neveah Dorne]

It was near the end of the day when Neveah drove her horse trailer, with Nymeria inside, up to AEA's barn. She had already talked to the barn manager, and a stall was laid out for Myre.
Neveah parked, then laid her head against the head rest, and closed her eyes. She was exhausted from driving all the way from Burlington, Ontario. It had taken her 3 days, as Myre was a horrible traveller. As if she knew that Neveah was thinking of her, Myre started making a fuss, kicking and shaking the trailer. "Oh I'm coming," Neveah muttered as she undid her seat belt, got out of the truck, and ran to the trailer. She grabbed a lead rope, undid the ramp, and attached the rope to Myre's halter. She was making a fuss, tossing her head, and threattening to rear. Neveah undid the gate of the loose box (Nymeria couldn't travel tied. She had a royal flip out.)and the horse launched herself out of the trailer, nearly knocking Neveah down in the process. Then she stood, her head high in the air, and ears pricked full forward. She let out a blasting neigh that nearly deafened her handler, and Neveah swore out loud.
She really disliked this horse. Myre was Neveah's parent's replacement for Nimrod, an absolute saint of a horse who was killed in a tragic cross country accident, that had left Neveah terrified of jumping. She had only taken Myre because she needed another horse, and she couldn't say no to her parents. After all, they had done so much for her.
Neveah walked, or more correctly, was dragged by her mare into the stables, who had to squeal and nip at all of the horses who were sticking their heads out of their stalls to great her. Finally Neveah reached her horse's stall and pulled her inside. There was a full hay bag hanging, and Myre immediatly tore into it. Neveah took advantage of her horse's stillness to remove her travelling gear, and leave her to settle in.
Relieved that everything had gone smoothly, Neveah slumped against the stall door. In all honesty, she was scared of her own horse. Myre had bullied her since the first time she had handelled her, and it had gotten continually worse and worse.
She hoped that she would find help in the trainers of AEA, because she couldn't give up on a horse her parents gave her.
She sighed as she headed back to the trailer to continue unloading

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P.S. Neveah needs friends. She has been homeschooled her whole life so she is socially akward, and she has no idea what to do around boys, etc. And I guess you can say she's been sheltered.

I apologize for any mistakes. I am typing this on a BlackBerry and it's hard to make changes

[Calla Hart]

My alarm clock woke me up, I groaned and rolled over, shutting the stupid thing up. I needed to go down and feed Sky and Twist. Oh the joys of owning two horses at a boarding school. I quickly dressed in fawn-coloured breeches, an oversized tshirt and pulled over my hoodie, grrabbing an apple and throwing on my Ariat tall boots, heading out the door towards the big barn on the grounds. It took me 5 minutes, and when I got there, there was a trailer parked outside. Another student. More friends for me! I smiled to myself, heading towards the feedroom, opening the door and the smell of grain and mollases wafted out. I breathed in the smell, walking over to where the buckets were. Filling the two labeled with mine and my horses' names, I grabbed the right feed, measuring it out and poured it in the buckets. Handling two buckets, I got used to it after 3 years. Walking quickly to the two horses' stalls, I saw they were deffinatly waiting for their breakfast. The gray mare's head was poked out the farthest, muzzle reaching for both buckets. Sky! Not all for you, silly. I put down her bucket and entered my gelding's stall, Twist. The small chestnut was waiting patiently, like a good horse would. I emptied the smaller container into his feed bucket, and he lunged for it, like I had starved him. Pig. I said to him, patting his neck. I could hear Sky neighing from the other side of the wall, kicking her walls. Hey! Quit that! I yelled at her. She instantly stopped. Being a throughbred she could be unpredictable. I shut Twist's door, opening Sky's. The mare lunged out, and I pushed her bakc, being stern. I finished feeding them, sitting outside their stalls so I could turn them out. I usually took Twist first, because his pasture was the closest. Of course, he was done his breakfast first, so I grabbed his leather halter, attaching the chain around his nose, in case he was bad. He usually never was. I led him out into the aisle, walking him down. I noticed a girl I had never seen before sitting in front of what looked like her horses' stall. Hey. Need any help? I offered her a friendly smile, patting Twist's neck.

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[Joshua Tylor]

Click click click, “Come on, giddy up” a males vocals spoke as he held a lead rope in his hand to get the spitfire of a horse moving. “Come on” he said before stepping into Gins line of view and he wheeled around and took his canter the other way. Joshua walked to the center and the stallion slowed and came to him. “Wow, it actually works.” he said. His Aunt Julie had sent him Monty Roberts book 'The Man Who Listens to Horses' and Josh had thought to give it a try. This spitfire stallion was now following him without a lead rope smiling he turned around and patted the stallions neck. Clipping the lead to Gin's halter he took the young stallion to the pasture and let him run to graze having already been fed. Coiling up the lead rope he walked back to the barn. Seeing a truck and trailer by the student barn he jogged over and saw that it was the new mare that Zosime had gotten ready for. He saw the college age student and Calla with her gelding Twist. “Morning Calla.” he said with a short wave as he patted the gelding and then looked to the new student. “Morning. You must be Neveah.” he said holding out his hand “I'm Joshua or Josh, I'm the three day even trainer.” he said with a grin. :Calla you might want to get Twist out to the pasture. Sky's wanting out” he said as the mare began kicking her stall door again. “You've got a lot of piss and vinegar in that mare of yours.” he said as he walked over and leaned on the stall watching the mare tare at the hay net that was put out for her.

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[Calla Hart]

I smiled. "Morning, Josh." I looked towards the open where I saw Josh's stallion playing by himself outside. I scratched the spot in between Twist's ears, where he liked it, and sighed. Yeah yeah. I'm getting to that. I said good-naturedly. I started walking Twist out of the barn. "No kidding! What that filly needs is a run. I'll take her later on the track. I walked Twist out and down the paths leading to the pastures. Lucky for him, he had a pasture to himself. Opening the gate, I slipped off his halter and shank and watched him gallop to the other side of the field, tail held high like a banner, floating behind him. I smiled to myself, handing the halter on the post beside the gate and latched it securely. I half ran back up to the barn to get Sky. From half way I could hear her making a ruckuss. Damn that horse needed to learn some manners! I made my way over to her stall, watching her instantly settle when she saw I was coming. Josh was still standing at her door. "S'cuse me. I gotta get this crazy horse out. Watch it, though. She might bolt out of there." I slipped inside her stall quietly, throwing on her halter and putting the chain around her nose. Being a Thoroughbred, she was highly unpredictable. "Heads up!" I called as Josh opened the door, and Sky burst out of her stall, shoes echoing on the concrete floor. I tugged on the chain, forcing her gray nose down. She was blowing, ears pricked and prancing. "Why did I have to get a three year old Thoroughbred race horse?" I muttered. I managed to walk down the aisle with no problem, tugging on the chain gently so Sky new I was the leader. Once we got outside, it was a different story. She thrashed, head high, legs splaying and kicking out. I had no choice but to tug hard on the chain, which instantly brought her down. "Good filly. Easy now." I talked nonsense to her, which seemed to relax her a little. Notice the little? We made it to the paddock without me getting killed, and I let her loose with some other mares, setting her halter like I did with Twists'. I stood there watching her race around like a maniac for a few minutes, before heading back up to the barn. "Sorry about that. Neveah, isn't it? Sky can be the exact opposite of Twist sometimes. Fillies." I shrugged, smiling.

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