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I had been enjoying my breakfast, quite Royally. Since I am no longer alone, in the company of Myne; everything is so much brighter and more fun, than it had been before I had met her. If it was a chance encounter, but it had been a very fortunate encounter.
It isn’t every day, you make a new friend. Well; I still enjoy her company, looking forwards to many more days with her by my side.
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I am stepping into our classroom, with Myne just one step behind; while Rarity is staying outside, for the duration of the class. (While this is neither the Ponish, nor the Neiponian class; I am still looking forwards to the class, with Myne by my side.)
Just as expected, it is not Cheerilee waiting for us; as I am stepping into the new classroom, but rather Colouratura. While I guess I could have asked for Cheerilee, holding the class; but this subject is not her forte, so I had opted for another teacher. (In this case; Colouratura.)
Curious, that I was to have this class, as my first class of the day; but I guess that should work just fine, in any case. (I don’t expect to be required to be too alert, either Mentally, or Physically in this class.)
Our teacher had already been in the classroom, waiting for us; she had unlocked the door, fifteen minutes before the class had been opened, in order for us to enter, well in time for class. Well, why not? I guess; I could not quite claim, that I mind. Why? The classroom is open; the teacher calmly sitting behind her desk, preparing for the class. While the class had already been planned, so she only needs to initiate the plan; placing the palms of her hands, on the desk before her. Once she is logged in, the system is initiating the class she had prepared for us.
I can see the teacher, sitting before the class; her name is to read, clearly on the screen before me, before us: “Colouratura”.
I can clearly see her name on the large screen, and once I had logged in, her name is written on my screen as well: “Colouratura”.
While I had known, which class I am attending; but I guess it still is nice to have the final confirmation, all the same.
“Do – Re – Mi – Fa – So – La – Ti – Do” I can read, on my screen. (It is the scale, of course.)
I click the scale, listening to the notes being played, enjoying the sounds as I am listening. (I rather enjoy; listening to the beautiful voice, singing for me.)
She is pronouncing the names of each of the students, and we respond; exclaiming “Present”, as response. (I guess, this should have been expected; even if I had not yet realized, what the purpose is in this particular case.)
As I am watching the screen, I can see each and every one of us delegated to a note on the scale; spreading us out, evenly. Based on the voice, presented; we are given a position, on the scale. While we may be little girls, but the voices are still spread out, as a fairly even spectrum. Based on this spectrum, I am given a seat, grouped on one of these notes.
Once the last of us had been called, it only takes a minute; before everyone of us had been sorted, as a specific note. (I am Re and Myne is the first Do, how curious.)
Once sorted, our seats move in order to place us in the correct position, based on the scale we are assigned to.
“Ah - aah.. Ah – ah - aah.. Ah – ah – ah – aah!” is heard, as the notes are being sung by a voice on our respective speakers; just that the note I am assigned, is playing quieter for me to know where I am.
The notes are played several times over, prompting us to fill in the missing note in our respective scale.
After seven times, the scale quiets down.
“Now; I want to hear all of you, sing the entire scale!” Colouratura pronounces.
“Ah - aah.. Ah – ah - aah.. Ah – ah – ah – aah!” we chorus, along with the voice on the speakers.
The first time, all the notes are loud and clear; but with each consecutive play, the speaker is more and more quiet for us to take over.
“Since you chose this class, with me; this class will be your first class, every day of the week!” Colouratura explains.
“While this scale will be on several of the classes sorted under the group, otherwise referred to as Singing; singing up is always the best way to prepare yourself and your voice before not just singing, but also speaking in general. You may forgo this, if you are just talking quietly to a friend; but if you are to sing, or making a speech; this may change the entire result, improving your performance!” she points out.
“Once you have warmed up, you will be more secure in your vocalizations!” she explains.
“We did this in the Gymnastics too!” I ponder.
“We will be practising this again, and again; today and each day you are here, so that you can improve your vocalization to the limit..” she points out; “so that this is available, any time you may need it!” she concludes.
“Ah -- aah.. Ah – ah -- aah.. Ah – ah – ah –- aah!” we chorus. ({Sorry, the voice refuses to sing these Scales properly; and I have no idea, as to how to fix this!})
Of course, we are repeating the scale, over and over; several more times, and she is even mixing it up for us, to make it more fun. Including singing the scale backwards. (Actually; she even picked up the scale above and below our standard scale.)
Naturally, the class does come to an end; we spill out, walking out of the room. (What had you been expecting?)
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I had walked out of the classroom, with my friend: Megumi; but I had to split, as she had not opted to take the Riding class I chose.
As I am reaching the class, I notice I have a changing room before me. As opposed to the size of the Gymnastics class; this class only holds four lockers, thus only four little girls can take this class. (Oh, well.)
“I will have to change, into the riding gear; before I can partake, in this class!” I ponder, giggling.
“Basic Riding 101, for beginners..” I ponder; “but of course, I have never had the chance to ride a Horse before!” I conclude.
“Let’s see, what they have prepared for me..” I ponder; “what riding gear have they prepared for me.. us!” I conclude.
I can clearly read the class designation on the door, as I am approaching the changing room. Only need to open the door, to enter.
I lift up my right arm, extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, in order to open the door. Since this is my class, the door eagerly slides up quietly before me; I step in and the door slides shut behind me, sealing me within the changing room. Granted, I could easily open the door, in order to walk out; if and when I choose to or need to for any reason.
“Myne Meteor” I read, on the first locker on the right; “guess they chose to place me on the right!” I ponder.
I open the door, examining the ensemble, I am to wear; at the riding class, for as long as I may be able to partake. (Of course; I will have to disrobe, before I can slip into the new clothes I had just been offered.) Oh, well. No point in complaining; I had chosen this class, because I want to learn how to ride.
I had already accepted to be a little girl, for the duration of my studies here; what problem would it be, to disrobe before I slip into the riding uniform. (Granted; I had enjoyed to be a little girl, aside from the friends I have already been making here.)
“Kagura” reads the sign on the second locker on the right; “Anna Sheridan” reads the sign on the first locker on my left.
“This should be only too much fun!” I exclaim.
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I slip the panties on, pulling them all the way up; only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I continue by slipping the top down over my head; enjoying it slide into place; before I am affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. (Ha ha, it’s expensive; naeh, not really. {That would just be silly, wouldn’t it?})
Of course, the class is in English: even if the teachers are Native Ponish speaking, rather than English. I could not expect Ponies to be Native English speakers, could I? (I could have opted to take the class in Ponish, if I had wanted to; but I haven’t had the time, to have my first class in Ponish yet.)
In place of stockings, I have a pair of full-length Crescent Moon boots; how curious, but it is what I had been given. Apparently; this is the standard riding gear, at this school. How odd.
I slip the mate black boots on, right and left; finding the pleasure and joy of the boots eagerly sliding into place, simply by contracting around my legs. While these boots may be black; the hooves are Metallic Bloody Red, all the same. I can only guess, this is designated to signify that I am a girl. Well, I am; just like everyone else in my class.
With the boots on; I pick up the pants, stepping into them: right and left; pulling them all the way up, only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. (Sorry, no Skirt; that would not go well with the riding class, as I will be mounting the Pony. {Yes, Pony; not a Horse, because they don’t have Horses.}) Oh, and these pants have neither zipper, nor button. Why would they need either, when these pants slide into place by themselves? The liquid elasticity will keep these pants in place.
I pick up my riding jacket; slipping my arms in right and left; before I zip it up and button it all the way up from the first button, to the last one just under my chin.
There is a vest, I am picking up; slipping my right and left arm in, before I am buttoning it up.
I pick up the right glove, slipping my hand in; enjoying its tightness, as I am pulling it on. Only to repeat the process; by picking up and slipping the left glove on.
Finally, I am picking up my riding helmet; slipping it onto my head, before I am securing it under my chin. Just like everything else; this is a skin-tight, perfect fit. Did they know my measurements? Because this is not just the right size.
While I am changing into my riding gear; Anna and Kagura are entering the room, but I finish changing before I greet them. Naturally; I am permitting them to change, before I say anything.
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“Black pants and jacket..” Anna observes.
“Yes, the vest is white..” Kagura continues.
“And the gloves and hooves are still a fitting, Metallic Bloody Red!” I conclude.
“This should prove to be interesting..” Anna puts forth; “what riding style will they teach us, at this school?” she inquires.
“I could not resist the opportunity..” Kagura exclaims; “when they promised me that I could learn to ride here, at the school; how could I pass it up?” she concludes.
“No idea, Anna..” I respond; “but since this is an All Inclusive, I guess it is just too good, to pass up, Kagura!” I conclude.
“All Inclusive..” Kagura puts forth; “no wonder, my parents could not complain or refuse my entrance to this class!” she concludes.
“Going by the selection of classes; this is just the introduction to riding, we could probably learn both American and Classic riding once we concluded this class!” I suggest.
“Oh, yeah..” Anna concedes; “we have to get to know the ponies, before we can get into the more advanced riding!” she agrees.
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“Since we have all changed, into the appropriate gear; maybe we should go in, to see the Ponies!” Anna suggests, stepping over to the door.
“Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop..” is heard; as we are walking over the hard floor, in the changing room and beyond.
The door eagerly slides up before her, with no effort; and we follow her into the stable, where the Ponies are waiting for us. Naturally; they have since long finished their breakfast; merely waiting for us to arrive, so that they can teach us how to ride. (Why would they leave the Ponies eating, just in time for our class? {That is just mean, and degrading!})
Since we only have four lockers, there is just the four Ponies waiting for us. (Why would there be more than four Ponies, in the first place?) Just curious; all the Ponies are light blue, identical Unicorns.
“Sassy Saddles” the name reads, by the side of the stall.
Since the Ponies had been lined up, prepared for the class; they have stalls, not boxes. The stalls are safer and more convenient, than the boxes could possibly be. Besides; they had never been expected to stand here, for more than a few minutes in the first place. (Private Tutors, in a small group class.)
Why would the beginners’ class be a large group, in the first place? While it may be cheaper, to have one teacher for a larger group; but since the Ponies are the Teachers or tutors, that is irrelevant in any event.
“Uhm, Long Horns!” Anna observes, giggling.
“Yes, I guess they do have pretty long horns!” Kagura agrees.
“Their horns are much longer, than Rarity’s horn!” I conclude.
“I am Sassy Saddles, your Tutor for this class!” the Pony points out.
“Greetings, Sassy Saddles!” we chorus, in response.
“Since you are properly attired, to take part in the class; It is time, we trot over to the Arena!” she informs us.
Since Sassy already wears both the saddle and the halter, she is ready to be led out to the arena.
“I will be teaching you how to ride..” she explains; “but a few details are different, depending on the style of riding..” she continues; “I guess, you could refer to this as: Equestrian riding!” she concludes.
“I guess; that answers my previous question!” Anna observes.
“If you take the place on the right; you can lead your respective Pony out to the Arena!” the teacher explains.
Each of us steps into the stall, on the right of the Pony corresponding with the locker, in the changing room.
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“Attentive students!” the first Sassy exclaims, as she is looking up.
“Ears perking up, firmly; focus forwards, on what they are doing!” the second Sassy agrees.
“Promising; I enjoy their stance, as I can sea that they have chosen to be here..” the third Sassy intones.
“Eager to learn..” the fourth Sassy continues; “ a good sign, for the class..” she elaborates; “I can clearly see, just how eager they are, how they are looking forwards to the class; they want what we have to offer, with all their hearts!” she concludes.
“I feel their warm love, emanating from them; as if they had been furnaces, on a high setting!” the second gushes, eager to perform for the upcoming class.
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“Curious Ponies..” I exclaim; they look eager, to tutor us the art of riding!” I continue.
“She is already saddled up, so we don’t need to worry about the tack!” Anna confirms, as she is stepping in to her designated Pony.
“This is the beginner’s class..” Kagura suggests; “they figured; if they put the tack on correctly; it will be easier for us, as they show us how the tack should be put on before we enter?” she concludes, with a hint of uncertainty.
“At least; it looks as if they are comfortable, with wearing the tack, the way they are wearing them!” I observe.
Sassy is nodding, in affirmative; as she is hearing this statement, snickering quietly to herself.
With the confirmation, I slowly bend over; examining how her saddle had been secured, under her belly. (Assuming my friends would follow suit, examining the tack of their respective Pony.) I notice how tight the saddle is fitting; leaving just enough to be comfortable, while staying securely on her back. (Even if I am oblivious of the effort, she had placed in the design of her personal saddle.)
Once I had examined her saddle; I focus on her halter, going over every last detail in the hopes of gaining some understanding. She did not protest; clearly comfortable and secure in herself, as I am scrutinizing her halter as well. (Maybe this is not Leather, but still; I can but assume, it is the same material as is used to craft our clothes and equipment as well.)
Once I had concluded the examination, I exclaim; “How are your studies going?” I inquire.
“Done..” Anna puts forth; “just finished examining her tack!” she concludes.
“Me too!” Kagura confirms.
“Are we to mount you now, or lead you out to the Arena?” Anna inquires.
“Technically..” Sassy puts forth; “you could have mounted us now..” she explains; “but since this is a beginner’s class..” she continues; “I have to tell you to lead us out, rather than riding in the stable!” she concludes.
“Then we will lead you out!” Kagura confirms.
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