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[Isaac riley redwood]

Isaac lead Raven his 16.1 hand black arabian mare down the ramp and out of the trailer that had carried her from his uncle's small three horse stables to Saving Grace Ranch. He could feel the gazes of a group of guys watching him unload his mare. Raven was tacked up in her signature Blueberry blue traveling gear with: A blueberry blue traveling blanket, leg wraps, halter and lead line and ear covers. He patted her shoulder before clapping his Foster dad on the back before waving to his foster mother where she sat in the silver pick-up truck and started leading Raven towards the large stables.

Raven snorted and threw up her head and perked her ears at the new sights and smells around her. Isaac noted with a nagging sense of worry that the guys that had been watching him by the car park were now following him with their gazes pinned on him intently. Isaac put Raven into her new stall before he pulled off her halter, leg wraps and blanket before stepping out of stall noting that her buckets were stocked with food and water already.

Isaac wandered into the tack room where his tack was set up and put away Raven's tack and turned around only to come face to face with the group of guys. The tallest of the boys obviously the leader smirked and gave Isaac a shove sending the dark haired boy sprawling onto the ground. Isaac pulled himself to his feet and said, "W-what was that for?"

The tall guy smirked and said, "Well...we don't like newbies going around like they own the place and we don't like your third-rate horse ...go home you don't belong here loser" Isaac stiffened and said, "You know nothing bout me and Raven isn't third-rate she's a really good horse!" The guys erupted into laughter again and pushed Isaac down to the ground once more.

Isaac looked behind the group of guys as someone else entered the tack room behind the group of boys.

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[Brigh Ide Fife]

Brigh crowded into the doorway, lunge whip in hand. She was diminutive in stature, with flaming read hair, and angry brown eyes. She wasn't much of a savior, but if there was one thing she couldn't stand it was bullies. And it always seemed the younger, smaller fosters bore the brunt of cruelty from bullies. She lashed at the leader with the lunge whip. She was crazy and she knew it. If the adults caught her and Aspen in a fight they were toast for sure, stuck headed to the Juvvie House. But rationalism tend to escape Brigh, being the impulsive type of person she is.

The whip cracks on his arm, raising a red welt. She'd never exactly used a lunge whip as a weapon before, but it was almost the same concept of whipping a towel. An extremely springy, long and thin towel. The punch it packed was more than enough to make others think twice about staying. "Go." she says coldly, and the group starts to slink off, darting glances to see if she means it, throwing looks meaning they'll get even later. Brigh is glad she has Aspen to protect her. Not that most could tell her and Aspen apart. The leader whispers a parting threat, something about teachers and getting even. She is not in the habit of paying attention to his words, though.

"Hey, sorry about them" she says, offering a hand to the boy on the ground. He is about her age or a year younger. "And I think she is a gorgeous horse." Now she is feeling a bit nervous, picking fights, especially in such a public area. She bites her lip lightly. "But I'd really appreciate you not telling anyone about that... we're not really supposed to fight here." She glances around, making sure no adults are happening by. "I'm Brigh, by the way." she says, smiling broadly. She really hasn't met many other fosters, besides her sister.

[Isaac riley redwood]

Isaac blinked in shock as slightly short girl with red hair and angry looking brown hair came storming into the tack room and bravely whipped the tallest guy on the arm with the lunge whip she held in her hand. Isaac scrambled to his feet as the guys walked away grumbling and muttering about teachers and getting even.

Isaac blinked and said, "um..Uh...Thanks...for helping me there and Thank you very much and Sure we all have to keep a secret don't we? and...i'm um..Isaac...Nice..to uh..meetcha Brigh" Isaac ran a hand through his dark black hair it was a nervous habit he had come around to doing during his time with his foster parents the Redwood's.

He blinked and scuffled his feet and looked around waiting for a response from the girl 'Brigh' as she'd introduced herself as. He wondered if all the people here were as mean as though guys and as eccentric as this girl he hoped they weren't all as mean as the group of guys it would make his time here even more unbearable then it already was. If everyone was as eccentric as this girl he could handle them eccentric people were in Isaac's opinion the most interesting people he'd ever met.

He returned he attention from his day dreaming back to 'Brigh' as he continued to wait for a response and as usual his mind began wander again this time to his outfit of choice which was a light red t-shirt with short-sleeved white undershirt underneath and birch colored breeches and tall black riding boots not the most attractive outfit of choice but it was one of his best besides his show clothes which were currently tucked away neatly and safely besides Raven's show attire.

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[Brigh Ide Fife]

Brigh was not usually shy at all. Though her black clothes labeled her as a quiet introvert in most people's eyes the bright bangles and dangling jewelry gave a distinct flare to her look which was anything but. It generally stated: Just try and judge me, I don't give a ____ And as such, she is not too shy about standing up for how she feels, whether she goes by it the right way or not. "Yeah, don't mention it. It was my pleasure, since they were asking for it."

She looks around, figuring she should probably grab what she came in here for. Brigh reaches for a small jumping saddle on one of the lower racks. Her black paddock boots looked well worn from use, bought already pre-loved to save a few dollars. She found she was slightly jealous of Isaac, because he had foster parents who cared enough to drop him off here, instead of just the state. "It was nice to meet you Isaac. I'm headed out to ride my horse, Dezzy." Of course, Dezzy technically belonged to the program, but she loved the mare, and took care of the mare, so by rights considered Dezzy hers.

Brigh had been focusing on jumpers the last few weeks, doing well in competition, but wishing they could just have a race already. Her bold nature made her hanker for betting and competition. Maybe soon she would get a poker game going for the kids in the foster program. Of course, she'd have to hope none of the adults found out. But risks were always fun.

[Isaac riley redwood]

I nervously played with my tack in front of me as I tapped my fingers on the table I don't know why but suddenly the room was starting to get smaller and smaller and as a mild to severe to Claustrophobic this was starting to bother him he licked his lips then bit his lip and cleared his throat before he said, "um...yeah...cool....I have a horse Raven she's an arabian"

I looked around quickly I wanted to get out of this room as fast I could I got an idea so I said, "hey...if it's not too much trouble could I join you? this rooms getting...too small..." I kept licking my lips it was a nervous habit that I had it kept me from keeping me from thinking about the fact that my room was getting smaller and smaller and the walls were closing in on him.