[HORSELAND] Heartland. (VA) / Centre du Coeur. (VO)

(VA) New Trainer.

«- Hey, I hadn't been warned of a new arrival of horses... Observes the owners son, observing three large trailers.
- Oh, that's why the last works in the meadow? I mean, the addition of a shelter and a water dispenser. Make a redhead by her side.
- Obviously, but I thought it was to put the horses outside during the summer nights. »

The six vehicles stop in front of the gate of the park which is opened shortly after by a young adult with short blond hair. The drivers descend after having parked their vehicles and open the trailers to bring out the new arrivals, a total of seven work horses descend, Ardennais, Cob, Frison and among all, the largest and most imposing: a Shire. Dark bay, balzane 4, with royal blue streaks in his stiff mane, the cars leave after having correctly placed the belongings of the newcomers in the stables. The owner riders, who have arrived in the meantime, have taken their horses out and are all watching the new ones. Most impressive seems to be the head of the group, leading his team as well as an orchestra conductor.

« -I would like to know why your parents brought in such big horses. Asks a blonde with straight hair.
- I would like to know too, Chloe, but Will disappeared since the cars left, he must be giving a lesson. Sighs the brunette.
- Oh, there you are. A young woman in a red outfit arrives. I was wondering if something was going on when I didn't see any horses in the stable. Does she come to tie her black mare to the bar. Huh ? Bailey, why did your parents bring in a stallion?
- I would like to know.
-What "stallion"? Do your parents want to create a foaling center or? Asks the young woman in pink.
- I would like to know. grumbles the young man.
- It wouldn't be stupid, it would bring people and new boarders. The Hispanic smiled.
- It is out of the question that my mare is foaling ! Revolts the redhead.
- You weren't asked to put Pepper on the program, silly. Sighs her sister. »

The Shire approaches the railing gently and gracefully, each of its heavy footsteps yet precise and harmless. His dark gaze rests on each of the horses tied by the halter, the latter are curious, ears forward, wondering what the stallion might want. The dark bay stops at a reasonable distance of five meters and bows as if it had been trained. « Greetings, my name is Del Faldeira Magnus, third name. » The horse doesn't have the voice of its build, soft and soothing, neutral with a hint of kindness.

« - Well, here's a respectful horse. And what a pedigree! Boastfully compliments the Gray Dutchman.
- Someone who will stand up to the rank of Chili? I would like to see that ! Laughs the Apaloosa mare.
- Pleased Magnus, we are Aztec, Chili, Pepper, Calypso, Button, Sunburst, Scarlett and I am Jimber. Present the Akhal-Teke with respect.
- Nice to meet you, it looks like we're going to be spending a lot of time together over the next few weeks. He smiled softly. My herd is not very sociable, please excuse them, they are not used to leaving our French land.
- You come from afar! Breathes the gray mare, impressed. And what are you here for exactly?
- The reason is still unknown to me, but it seems that my landlady must not delay in informing your riders. Announcing the news, his gaze focused on a 4L model car coming to park at the level of the workhorse shelter.
- But tell us, what is your specialty? Ask Sunburst, interested.
- For starters, we-
- Perfect, you're all here! Approaches the blonde from earlier. We will be able to make presentations.
- Hi Will, I hope you'll be able to explain everything to us. Says his cousin, crossing arms.
- Of course, friends, here is your new Trainer. Holding out the arm approaching androgynous person.
- My sincere greetings everyone, Mr Taggert, thank you for your hospitality.
- No wonder, here is Handler Bailey, my cousin and son of the owners of this ranch, his horse Aztec. The brunette nods. Rodriguez Alma, daughter of the manager of Horseland and her mare Button. The green rider salutes. Washington Molly and her mare Calypso. In pink, very cheerful. The Stilton sisters, Chloe and Zoey with their horses Chili and Pepper. The sisters salute, one more haughty and the other more respectable. Nani Cloud and her horse Sunburst. The Cherokee smiled friendly. Whitney Sarah and her mare Scarlet. The blonde smiled, more reserved. And me, Taggert Will, instructor in this center and my horse: Jimber. He finishes.
- Del Faldeira Carlaine and my stallion: Magnus III. The Hispanic jumps and his eyes show his brain thinking at top speed.
- One second, Del Faldeira as THE Del Faldeira? All her friends look at her, intrigued. But you know, the traveling circus family specializing in Draft Horse shows! They are the best in Vaulting, Carriage, Long Reins and above all train the best trail horses!
- But what is such a celebrity doing here?! Bailey, where did your parents manage to find such a beautiful pearl as us? Chloe boasts.
- Honey, don't be so flattering, a Mallorca of your rank doesn't boast. Carlaine replies, teasing Sister Stilton, making those who understood laugh.
- Did you hear them all? I am important! Chloe smiled, flipping her locks back, amplifying the hilarity of Alma, Molly, Zoey and Bailey, Will smiled at the scene.
- Well, your human has panache. Laughs Calypso, vexing Chili.
- That's not how she's likely to make friends. Chloe's horse blows.
- If it can reassure you, we are not here to forge links with you. Magnus begins to turn, stopping to meet Scarlet's gaze for a few seconds. Want to know something?
- Not right now, thank you. Shake the black mare, letting the Shire go to her herd.
- Well, if that's not a provocative look. Calypso teases.
- What are you talking about ? Ask the black one.
- The stallion caught your eye, didn't it? Button laughs softly.
- Pardon ? Of course not, I just have a hard time understanding why a whole talented show troupe has come to our little corner. Scarlet wonders.
- Perhaps the fears of our human friends are partly true? Jimber asks, a pang of almost indescribable jealousy, but the black mare remains silent, deep in thought watching her rider. »