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(Sounds good Amelia) Lisa: She walked back out to the pile of straw to clean out Valegro's stall. "How about going out to the pasture to see some other horses?" she walked him out of the barn. Hey Jess! Has he arrived yet? Valegro: I'm usually a very quiet stallion. I don't like to talk very much. Other horses scare me sometimes. Lisa seemed to notice that, and she put me in what appeared to be a empty pasture. I wonder if there's any other horses in here... I thought. |
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Amelia sobbed a while more, then got up, wiped off her smudged dark mascara and walked out of the haybarn, her hair a greasy mess sprinkled with golden grass, her eyes red and puffy, her clothes stained and stinking. Compared to her normal sleek, smooth exterior, this was something quite different. She walked morosely over to the fence, watching some horses play. |
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Jess | M: Lisa, Open She let the mare relax and quickly checked her phone for any messages from her Dad. Nothing new. She sighed and slid the phone back into the pocket of her riding tights. She watched Asterias ears flick around taking in all the sounds. She was brought back into realty by the sound of Lisa's voice. "Oh, not yet Lisa. I expect they will arive around 12:00 ish, I hope." She smiled and coninued the lap around the arena. |
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Amelia went back to the house, trying to compose herself. she threw open the curtains or her accomodation and got dressed in her usual outfit of matching baselayer, grey synthetic jods with dimante embeleshings, and her dimante hat. she brushed her hair and took a wash, running the brush through her caramel hair. She would have to face the facts. he father was dead. she knew that. Amelia's father had always been not a massive figure in her life, but it still hurt to think about him. he was one and never comin back, and there was nothing she could do about it. She re-did her minimal amount of makeup, brushed her teth and went outside, grabbing a black bodywarmer on her way out to keep herself warm, it was getting colder here. Unlatching Moon's stable door, she swiftly tacke him up in her matching jumpin kit, plus an excersise sheet, leading him out. |
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Heather Proudstorm | 16 | Eventing | Nightmare "Prince" | M: Open -Heather would be cantering Prince around while jumping him over some of the low jumps that she set up by herself, the young girl seemed quite forcused on the training while her gelding playfully tossed his head up with a snort from his nostrils but it just meant that he's quite happy with having something to do keep him mentally stimulated- -After a while of jumping, the red-brunette slowed the gelding down to a halt before patting him on the neck- "Good boy." -she softly said to the large equine, pulling out a treat from her pocket as she carefully leaned forward, watching Prince eat the treat out of her hand before she dismounted, guiding the reins over his head then she started to lead him out of the jumping arena to take him back into the barn to simply clean up him up again- |
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Jack led Outlaw out to the smaller ring, and mounted. He held the reins at the buckle, encouraging the gelding to stretch down as they walked. He did the same when the moved up into the trot, then at a canter. The gelding tossed his head. He struggled with relaxing at the canter, so Jack sat deep and used little half-halts to encourage the gelding to lower and relax his head and body. Once Jack was satisfied with the warm up, they moved into lateral work, doing leg yields, shoulder-ins and outs, and half-passes. |
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Amelia breathed out slowly, closing her eyes before gently taking the grey stallion out of his stable. She mounted up after exiting the yard, and made her way to one of the lare arenas nearby, getting comfortable in the saddle and adjusting to his pace today. Once in the arena, they did 15 minutes of warmup time, before Amelia set up some jumps. Moon popped them easily. by the end of the session they were flying over tall oxers without any imperfections at all. Amelia untacked softly and turned Moon out, whisperin words of praise in his soft grey ears. The session had been great, but it had made Amelia more sure of the feeling. I miss eventing. She thought, remembering the days of flying ballet-like across the ring, or the adrenalin pulsing through her body as they cleared a water jump.She loved showjumping, but felt a yearning for all three. The issue was, Amelia was not rolling in money, so she couldnt afford 2 horses like some others could. She would either have to sell Moon, and be devestated but get an eventer, or keep Moon but always be yearning for Eventin. so with the difficult question rushing around her mind, Amelia exited the yard. |
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so. Due to some confusion on my part and not enough entries/people in the respected disciplines, ive decided to do the show differentely. all you need to do is this: post I entered add whatever you want (eg. Moon and Amelia got into the trailer and drove to the show) NO RIDING IS PERMITTED. i will wait 4 days then ill roll a random number generator to determine each of your placing. then the RP continues as normal. Its Showtime! |
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Can I add this? If not just let me know. Rider- Shay Horse- Running Royalty discipline- Low level show jumping |
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I entered Shay slipped the hatters onto Edge, Fallen, and Royal before clipping lead ropes to them one at a time and loading them on her trailer. She got all of her stuff into the truck and headed off to the show. When they arrived she unloaded the horses and got then settled before getting herself settled. |
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Hurricane ! Follow Evacuation Routes.
