A man walked over, chuckling and offering you his hand, "Welcome to Diamond Hooves Stable. I'll be your welcoming committee today and your Western Instructor."

"Ilya, take your routine from the top while i talk to the newbie. Remember the turf will not different so no complex moves." he looked at you, "Any questions?"

Name
Matty (Matt)
Image

Age & gender
22/Female
Personality
She is very small and headstrong. All thought quiet at times she is usually happy and very bubbly. She is also a hopeless romantic. She loves kids even though she is awkward around them. She always tries her best to make everyone happy. She is very trusting and very loving. She loves being surrounded by friends and families and is always ready to give and show care to those who need it. She hates it when other people are injured and hates inflicting unnecessary harm on others. She gets anxious easily and usually acts nervous. She is very short and is 4'11. She is very skinny as well, almost too the point of looking underweight. She also has a tattoo on her right arm/shoulder
Backstory
She lived in a large family and never saw much of her parents as they worked to make ends meet. She is the third youngest out of seven siblings and she lives in a poor neighborhood, sharing a room her entire life with three of her sisters. It took them a long time for her parents to save up for her to go here but they managed to.

Horse;
Name: Cheshire
Image:

Tack (if not in image)

Breed:
Hidalgo Shagya
Personality
She is very sweet and calm. She likes being with other horses and being social. She is very friendly and is happy being around people, just not large crowds. She is not easily startled and can be easily calmed.
Likes:
Being Brushed, playing in the rain, and treats
Dislikes:
Riding in cars, Crowds, and being confined
Flashing lights,
Specialty
Eventer
Age & gender & other?
3.5 years/Female/Loud Noises

In the back, you could hear a neigh from your horse. It'd been a long journey, several hours. This was the most advanced academy of horse riding and it looked empty. Not a soul was in the yard. Your fingers trembled slightly - only the best could apply here and you knew nothing. A lot of money had bought you your place so you could come and a compassion for horses.
The horse in the back had been bought for you. It was a told class horse, specially bred. it had already had a bit of training, you felt that the two of you had a bond that could be strengthened. Or broken. The trailer started moving again as the automatic gates open. You could feel your phone buzz in your pocket as you drew in and parked in the middle. The locks clicked and you could open the door now.
it was time to face the first day. Only 6 students were chosen every five years to join this intensive riding course.

I anxiously open up the door and look around for another person, wondering where everyone is.

The yard had quite a few people and horses already there walking around, but as you hopped out a nervous boy approached you before picking up confidence and smiling, "how do you go, my lady." he winked at you. He looked younger than you.

The yard had quite a few people and horses already there walking around, but as you hopped out a nervous boy approached you before picking up confidence and smiling, "how do you go, my lady." he winked at you. He looked younger than you.

"Anxious, nervous." I smile a little bit. "Perhaps you could show me where to go... and my horse needs out." I smile again and look back at Cheshire

"Right your way" he laughed, opening the trailer door. Your horse snorted and let out a neigh, backing up as far as the head collar would let him. The boy pulled on the rope, undoing the slip knot and led Cheshire out in a run, making Cheshire trot because circling him, "Grab your tack and we can go on an adventure to the Lower Stables"

"Right your way" he laughed, opening the trailer door. Your horse snorted and let out a neigh, backing up as far as the head collar would let him. The boy pulled on the rope, undoing the slip knot and led Cheshire out in a run, making Cheshire trot because circling him, "Grab your tack and we can go on an adventure to the Lower Stables"

I hurriedly grab it and walk back over to male, "I never caught your name, I'm Matty but I go by Matt most of the time."

He rubbed the back of his head as he walked, "Lionel, but I'm suppose to go by Mr. Herring" he clicked Cheshire on a bit

He rubbed the back of his head as he walked, "Lionel, but I'm suppose to go by Mr. Herring" he clicked Cheshire on a bit

"Which do you prefer?"