Seth had been down to the boarding barn to visit his gelding, only to find that one of the stable hands must have let him out. With a slight frown Seth had strode down to the paddocks, glancing at each of the white-fenced spaces to see if his bay thoroughbred was in any of them. The first three were empty, the fourth had a dappled gray pony, and the fifth had a red and white paint grazing. "Same old, same old." Seth thought with a shrug. He paused for a second, fiddling with the pocket on his blue jeans, then he heard a voice singing. Intrigued, Seth decided to check it out without giving it any thought.

"Hey, your pretty good." Seth offered, finding the source of the singing. A girl with chestnut brown hair that reminded him of the colour of his own hair. "I'm Seth," He called over the fence, leaning on the rough, white painted wood.

"Yep, thats him." Seth said, nodding as he looked over to where Wicked was grazing without even a nicker towards his owner. "My talents? Well, I'm pretty good at 3 Day Eventing, if I say so myself." Seth laughed, he knew he wasn't that good at eventing, but he wasn't really bad either, there was still alot left for him to learn. "Actually, I'm not that good, but oh well." He shrugged, voicing his thoughts to Jess.

"What about you? What do you compete in?" Seth asked curiously, he knew there were alot of people at the Academy who competed in many different disiplines. Everything was allowed, and it was pretty cool to watch events that he wouldn't normally compete in.

Seth laughed and lay down in the grass as Ace trotted over to them and snuffled his hair. "Get off me," He laughed, reaching a hand up to push away the gelding's nose. "Yeah, its all about practice." Seth made a sour face, "But practicing just gets so boring after a while." It was true, you couldn't push yourself to practice too much, otherwise it would get boring and you wouldn't want to compete anymore. Sometimes it was fun though, if you were practicing with a friend or whatever.

"You'll get better a working with cattle, its like you said. With a good horse and some practice you could go far." Seth responded, smiling at what Jess had stated a few seconds ago.

"Yeah, it is. Though, funner isn't a word." Seth grinned, showing that he didn't actually mean it. He took Jess' hand and pulled himself to his feet, bits of grass falling off his jeans as he did so. "Thanks," He said, reaching his arms upwards, facing his palms to the sky as he stretched.

"I don't need to practice cross country." Seth grinned again, "I'm good, remember? But, I'd be willing to help you practice." He ran a hand through his messy hair as he turned his back to Jess and started ambling towards the fence again.

"Yeah, sure." Seth said, walking through the gate that Jess opened for him. "I'll see you in ten, then." He said, turning and walking away from the barn, towards the dorms to get his riding stuff before tacking up Wicked. He waved casually over his shoulder as he went, walking backwards a few steps, then spinning around and walking forwards again. So far his time at Dead Willow was going pretty good. He'd already met a new friend, and he was sure he was going to end up meeting some old ones again.

{I'll start a new thread in one of the arenas}