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"You would be correct, I am here for lessons." Lifting a hand to adjust her glasses, Queen dropped it upon realization she would get them muddy as well. "My name is Queen. I am sure my parents have already spoken to you over the phone as to what our lessons shall entail." There was a touch of bitterness to her own voice at that. Never was she allowed to make her own choices. After a moment, the female bowed to Diego. "Please take good care of me." Manners. First and foremost, always manners. Even if Diego was going to continue to use that tone with her, Queen would have to bite her tongue and keep quiet. Besides, it wasn’t as if her life was more difficult than his own. Queen would be irritated as well if she had to teach wealthy children something that very few had any interest in doing. Most children who she had met from her family’s income bracket were spoiled and believed themselves to be entitled to everything. As Queen eyed Diego, she wondered how many times he’d been reminded of his station in life by people with too much money. No wonder he was so bitter.

The female was just about to speak once more when a loud neigh sounded behind her, making Queen jump slightly before wheeling around to look at the horse. “I am sorry, but we are trying to have a conversation!” Instead of sounded annoyed or angry, Queen instead appeared to be truly apologetic - as if she’d actually offended the animal. With one hand on her hip, Queen tilted her head to the side and stared at the horse. Her horse. Something seemed to pass between the both of them before the horse finally turned away and trotted off a distance to join Silver Bullet. Unlike his companion, though, the horse continued to watch Queen with alert ears. When she was satisfied, Queen returned her attention to Diego. “I could not possibly enter your home in such a state. I would track mud in.” A pause. Wait a minute… “A-And anyway, I do not have an extra set of clothes with me! So I could not change even if I wished to.” Surely he didn’t think she would be able to fit into anything of his. The mud on her hands was beginning to dry - a fact that made Queen shudder.

"It's a pleasure, Queen. Don't worry. You're in good hands." Diego's tone was almost stale although he did mean what he said. He had gone through this ordeal several times. But she seemed competent enough to go through with the lessons themselves. He nodded agreeing to her statements, she was right on the mark. Aside from her little accident she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. Although he wasn't ready to abandon the intimidating bravado just yet. She could after all surprise him with something he isn't expecting (and he often expected everything to come at full frontal force). For now he would calm down, it was going to be okay. Hopefully. This can't get any worse can it? He preferred that it didn't. Diego still had several lessons to go, this was just the first. It wasn't necessarily a hefty day she could have probably gone home early. Unfortunately for the both of them, this was not going to be the case.

He cast a downtrodden gaze at the woman, considering her size her horse was perfect for her now that he thought about it. However, that was going to wait. She was not going to get on the horse muddied. At all. He was not going to allow it whatsoever. Diego sighed and responded, "No. It's fine you can come inside. My mother can help you out. We have all day." He grimaced at the end of his sentence, they really did have all day. Until he was fed up with her or until she cried which was what he saw the most on the first day. Although he didn't see this in her. She could have the potential. He wasn't going to underestimate her now. Queen's personality was already a complete shock to him. She must musing the fact that he might only be a few years older than her. Regardless of his age he was rather adept at what he did. That was not something he was going to downplay. He was proud. One did not have question his modesty because he wasn't at all.

Did she just speak to the horse...? That's rather unusual. Well, not really. He always spoke to the horses but someone else doing the same? Although, it wasn't something you would say to an animal. Diego was rather confused. He was going to disregard that but at the same time... It was almost touching? He rethought his impression of her for a moment. He wouldn't know exactly what to think of her until this was all over. He found himself wanting this to be over and done with but at the same time he was moved to teach her. Which was rather odd to begin with.

Queen, We have arranged private horseback riding lessons. Please take these to heart and perform well. We expect you to excell. 

                  - Mother and Father P.S.: There is a surprise waiting for you when you get there.

The light of her phone glinted off the lenses of her glasses before Queen clicked it off for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. How many more times would she have to read over that message before her annoyance subsided? Leaning her chin in her hand, the teen watched with bored eyes as the forest sped past her. Traveling by train was preferable to Queen, honestly, but her parents insisted she take the private car instead. And so here Queen was, sitting in a luxary automobile, wearing brand-new riding clothes and feeling incredibly irritated. It wasn’t so much the fact that her parents had shoved her into these private lessons without permission. Instead, it was that she was expected to excell. Nothing less than perfect for her adoptive parents. Luckily, Queen was not allowed to ruminate these thoughts for much longer. The car drew to a stop and the driver glanced over his shoulder. “Miss Queen, we’ve arrived.” Nodding her understanding with a word of thanks, Queen opened the door and slipped out of the car.

She’d been expecting something different. Perhaps an actual training center or somewhere with many stables or somewhere with many different horses. What she got instead, though, was a quaint house situated near a stable. “Hm.” Well. That made her feel better. At least she wouldn’t be under the stress of having a large group of people watching her while she was trying to learn. As the car pulled away, Queen stood awkwardly. Was she supposed to go up to the door and knock? The idea alone made her grimace. She was just in the process of steeling herself to approach the house when her gaze landed on a wooden fence. Or, rather, what was beyond it. Two horses milled around, grazing. When Queen approached the fence itself, though, both animals lifted their heads to gaze at her. One was pure white, groomed to gleaming, about obviously well cared-for. The other one was what drew Queen’s eye, though. With a reddish brown coat and a black mane and tail, it looked like something out of an idealistic picture.

"…Hello there." Why was she even bothering to greet the horse? Using the first rung of the fence to boost her height, the female braced her hands on the top portion and leaned in slightly to get a better look at the horses. What she didn’t expect was for both to come over to her - causing Queen to lean away slightly. For all the movies and pictures she’d seen of horses, she’d never expected them to be so big. "A-Ah, yes, h-hello there." Again, why was she greeting them? The white horse snorted, turning away from her to walk a few feet and begin grazing once more. The other one stayed, gazing at her. "You are quite pretty, hm?" She hadn’t noticed it until the horse had gotten closer to her, but it had a white blaze running down it’s face - only adding to the beauty. Hestitantly, Queen lifted a hand and reached out to place her hand on the horse’s marking. She most likely would have done it, too, had the horse not chosen that exact moment to nicker at her. The noise startled the teen, causing her to jerk her hand back in fright. At once, her balance was lost and she gave a sharp cry.

Diego never took the money for himself, it always went to his mother. She would often be dismayed that he never took a cent for himself but after a while she'd smile and accept the money regardless.

"Ah, yes... She should be arriving momentarily. Although everything is prepared. Her parents even bought a horse for her as well..." His voice wavered by the end of the sentence. Younger horses were prone to more accidents and this one had a few habits that worried him. It was a smaller breed, perhaps his student was smaller in stature? That could be the case. Diego needed someone willing to learn and if she wasn't then there was nothing he could do. He closed his eyes to the thought and folded his arms against his chest reclining back in his seat. Diego's mother smiled, "Are you worried they'll get hurt and you'd have to pay for the bill?" He scoffed. Accidents happen. Especially for new riders it wasn't entirely uncommon. His mother took it as a 'no'. An expected response from him.

After a few moments he stood up and excused himself from the table. His mother wished him good luck. Diego was going to need all the luck he could get. He had to get ready and he did just that. If the new rider was late her parents had given him her number. Although it bothered him to an extent. Would he really call a late rider...? In any given situation it would have annoyed him if someone were late but he was being paid for this. He gathered up both saddles and the necessary materials. It was going to be a long day. However, there was one thing he could not deny and that was how much he enjoyed riding. Could he share that joy with someone else? He'd tried it in the past few were successful and others quit either due to lack of motivation or he just scared them off with his attitude.

Before Diego walked himself out of the small house a sharp cry shot through the establishment but before he could even register a single bit of the scenery -- Wait. Is this really what he was seeing right now.

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from: hibiya

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Okay. How are you supposed to explain this to the police.

to: ????? from: diego

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TO: ??? FROM: Jotaro

>> You love me and we haven't even met yet. This goes out to you, my mysterious admirer.

????? Who doesn't love me. This is blasphemy. Preposterous. I'll snake my way into people hearts if I have to.

to: ?????? from: diego

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I never said that 'I' loved you. But thanks for the sentiment I'll remember that. This is for you, I hope you like it. You're welcome.