Jul 22, 2010 18:52
[Irene is pulling on a dark leather glove. She's all kitted-out in her gear - knee-high riding boots, a crisp white blouse, and a pair of khaki breeches that leave little to the imagination. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a tight french braid; a black velvet helmet is tucked under one arm, and her other hand contains a crop. Her tone, when she speaks, is her usual brisk, faintly condescending clip.]
Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Miss Adler, and I will be your resident horse mistress.
For those wishing to participate, lessons will begin promptly at 9 and 11 o'clock in the mornings and 2 and 4 o'clock in the afternoons. You will be at the stables no fewer than twenty minutes prior to your scheduled time, and will have your horse tacked up, in the ring and ready to begin by five-of.
There will be riders of all levels in each lesson; I will evaluate your extant skill and allow you to proceed as I see fit. Only those with my express permission will be allowed to jump. Any camper who shirks care, behaves recklessly, or otherwise causes harm to a horse will be mucking out stalls for the rest of the day. Proper footwear and a helmet must be worn at all times; if your parents neglected to sign your activities consent form, I'm afraid you'll just have to enjoy the glitter-glue and bingo portions of our program [She smirks].
If you've any questions, figure them out on your own. If not, I'll see you in the saddle.
[[I'll be putting up an open lesson log tonight or tomorrow, for those who want their self-esteem crushed!]]
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