Walking into the building, Forest noticed the entire group of other people. It was obvious at least three of the kids were the richest ones here. Forest roll her eyes and just brushed passed the group before noticing two others not too far off. A boy and a girl. The girl seemed to be crying and she just rolled her eyes again. "Fucking softies.." she mumbled as she took her hair down from the messy bun it was in.

Forest soon stopped when she noticed the one girl run passed and then the boy follow. "Hey! Could you maybe watch where the fuck you're going!" She stated a loud. Forest then just leaned up against the wall, waiting for the instructors to show up so she could get on a horse and get the hell away from these people. She got on her phone and texted her aunt back before she realized there wasn't any signal. "Well, luckily I bought my own hotspots.." she mumbled with a small laugh to herself.

Raid Coleman

In a small pasture by him was a beautiful stallion. His coat was glossy under the sun, while his mane and tail were seemingly made of silk. His head was lowered to the ground, his teeth ripping the grass. Casimir was the stallion's name. His name wasn't said with affection to the workers at this ranch. The horse was known for his aggressive behavior towards anyone. His relationship is negative with humans and horses alike. His behavior when he first arrived here was horrible. His behavior was unpredictable to the point no one dared to approach him. The workers had to hold him in place to trim his hooves, brush his coat, or comb his mane and tail.

His attitude shifted thanks to the patience of the people who owned this place. Casimir has met with behaviorists who helped with his so-called temperament. With their aid, it benefits everyone, even Casimir. Hearing the sound of vehicles pulling up, then unfamiliar voices made the stallion's ears pin back against his head. The horse lifted his head, shifting his chocolate brown eyes settled on the parking lot. His eyes scrutinized the tiny humans, distaste burning in his eyes. "There's too many two-legs as is. Why is there more?" He shook his head, his mane swishing side to side. Still, the stallion walks casually to the fence line to get a better look at the new faces.

Casimir stops inches away from the fence. It would be a barricade between him and those daring to give him physical touch. His eyes inspect an unusually long vehicle drive down the road before disappearing. He turns his gaze to a red-hair girl, then pulls his ears forward in curiosity. Her facial expression was displeasure, with Casimir snorts, watching as another girl left her trailer and joined the other. A few minutes flew by, with the group consisting of four people. He watches them for a bit before losing interest in them. He turns around and walks to a tree in the pasture to lie down under the shade. That was until he heard two sharp whistles, making the horse's walk turn into a trot. He was moving away from the source of the whistles. He already knew what was going on.

"Casimir! Come!" A feminine voice called out to him, making him stop in his tracks, turning his head around to stare at the person. It was a worker of this place, his caretaker, and the person he gives a hard time. She was posted outside the pasture's gate, waiting for his arrival. "Nope." If only the two legs were able to understand him. So, he had to resort to an upset whiny. Loud and full of anger that's steadily increasing. Casimir looked away, then kept going towards the tree. The woman huffs, deviousness in her eyes of green, "Guess someone doesn't want some tasty carrots." He halts his steps once more, twisting his neck to gaze at her. In her hands were four carrots that were thoroughly washed.

He could've sworn he could hear them call him. The horse stood there for a minute, only for his legs to carry him in her direction. Casimir's walk turned to a trot, then a gallop to reach the woman at the pasture's gate. He slowed his speed when he steadily closed the distance, hesitation swirling in his head. "Oh, Casi." Her voice was soft when speaking with the horse. She tossed a carrot at the ground in front of his feet. The stallion declines his head, sniffing the carrot cautiously to see if it's been tampered with. He takes one small bite, chewing it for a bit to test it out before taking a large bite. With the carrot completely devoured, Casimir stepped closer to his caretaker.

It took a bit, but his caretaker finally managed to put a halter and lead on. All it took was the bribery of carrots and her soothing voice to sway him to her side. His caretaker leads him to his stall, but his uncomfortableness grows with every approach to the stables. It didn't help that so many people were racing by him, causing him to pull back on the lead. As if sensing his presence, the workers made sure to steer clear of him to give him space. His nostrils were flaring, inhaling the scent of the many people and horses here. They paused outside his stall, and he yanked back hard on the lead. His caretaker sighed, it did take her by surprise, but she remained calm. "Easy, boy. Fresh oats and bedding is waiting for you."

He stomped his hooves on the concrete floor in displeasure. His sides rose and fell rapidly as his fear was overwhelming. His caretaker paused, then asked someone for aid. Casimir watches another woman enter his stall, opening the door in the back of the pen that leads to a small, fenced enclosure. Seeing the extra space, he calmed down and followed her into his stall. She removed his lead but kept his halter on. "Something must be happening. Training, perhaps?" Hearing his stall door shut and lock, the stallion walks over to the metal bars to peek in-between them.

Raid Coleman

The girls grin morphed into a laugh at her full name, shaking her head gently. Her full name was certainly a mouthful, a tongue twister to rival the best of them, and there were few that she'd heard that could consistently say the string of words fluidly. Unfortunately, her mother was definitely one of them, as she'd found out quite young.

"I regret ever telling you my middle names," she teased, folding her arms loosely across her chest, snickering at the others words. "Had to put you in cuffs and all, did they? Drag you through the dust and dirt and plant you right here?" She asked in jest, raising a brow. That would be a sight, Rouge being dragged out of her limo in cuffs, thrashing against her captors as they forced her to spend time in the dirt and among horses. The image had her chuckling, shaking her head again, as if to rid her mind of the ridiculous thought.

At the mention of her silver tongue, she poked it out of her mouth, gently placing her teeth against it just behind the percing, scrunching up her face teasingly. When another joined them, she brought her tongue back into her mouth, giving the redhead an appraising look. He was well-dressed, had an air of money around him, and she knew she'd found herself in the presence of another rich kid. She rarely minded the company of other rich children, but she often found them more entitled then she liked to be--she'd made conscious efforts to teach herself how privileged she was and to take the struggle of others into account.

"Oh, please, take me with you," she added, reaching a hand down to tap the outline of a wallet in her pocket. "What kind of daughter would I be if I didn't spend daddy's money?" Her voice lifted in pitch, as if she were a small child begging her parents for candy in a store, rolling her eyes with a small smile.

Another boy joined them, a boy who certainly wasn't of their tax bracket, and she almost winced. She had a feeling that Rouge, at least, would have some kind of comments for the boy, and she wasn't quite sure of their new acquaintance.

Her wince became physical as they started talking about how to dress the boy, and she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Now, now," she said, voice teasing. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, you can't dress him if he doesn't want you to," she added, shaking her head, as if not surprised they hadn't thought about it.

"Don't feel pressured to give in to them," she added, directing her words to the boy, voice losing the teasing quality. "I know they can be a bit much, but you can say no." Klotho turned, frowning for a second as if in thought. "My name's Klotho, and come on," she gestured towards Rouge and Joaquin. "I'm not sure about you," she said, nodding to the unnamed boy. "But we haven't signed in yet, and my father is going to skin me if I don't attend this camp, and that starts with signing in."