"Tell me, again, why we are doing this?" Cas groaned into his hand, shuffling through the paperwork on his desk.
"Because, we want to branch out and show our horses at more than confirmations and driving events. And we need a rider."
"Do we really?" Cas all but whined. "We can just tell her not to come."
Cerwen looked at her boss with amusement. He was a young man, almost ten years her junior, and often so stoic that she forgot just how young; it was moments like these that made her remember. "No, we can't. She's due in an hour. She's a trained eventer, and overall skilled rider. She'll be good for us."
Cas sighed, and with a shake of his head, turned back to his paperwork.
An hour had never felt so short.