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Show: AUSTRALIAN INTERNATIONAL HORSE TRIALS 2020 - OPEN

Horse’s Name/Reference: OREC Sleepwalker

Rider’s Name/Reference: Kiara Assan

Stable: Oak Ridge EC

Country: Australia

Place: 8th

Next: Wreckage and Misery -AIHT Part 2-

AIHT Story Part 1

Morning hadn't even broken yet, as Kiara wanders into the warm up arena. Behind her, Celia yawn. Lais on the other hand, looks way too awake for a barely lit sky. Kiara really needs another coffee, or three before any tasks for the day, but for some reason, she was one of the first to do her test.

She was thankful Celia and Lais were her though. Lais, her groom for the week, was required, but Celia wasn't. Celia, the lucky duck, was in the last batch of riders, giving her amply time to get ready, warm up and get her head in the zone. Katrina on the other hand, hadn't bothers too wake up yet. Guess she didn't care to watch Kiara's test.

Kiara on the other hand still had sleep in her eyes, bed hair and may or may not have put her shirt on backwards. That tends to be what happens when you get up at 4:30 to be ready in time.

To start, Kiara opens Sleepwalker into a trot, letting him stretch his legs as the other two take a seat in the grass near by.

It should feel nice, haven't others here, but to be honest Kiara feels awkward. She and Celia has never really talked. They couldn't call each other friends. Lais on the other hand, could be friends with anyone and quickly strikes up a conversation with Celia. While they talk Kiara goes through the test one last time.

"Ooh, Kay," Lais calls suddenly, "make sure to fix your hair before you go in!"

Kiara gives her a questioning look and pulls Sleepwalker to a stop beside them.

"I heard Yvette judges harder on people who don't dress properly."

"What, no way," Celia frowns. "She wouldn't"

"Well, thats what i heard." Lais defends.

"Whats wrong with my hair?" Kiara asks, offended, reaching up to pat the bun. Sure, it wouldn't work on a model runway, but it would do for a dressage test.

Lais shrugs, suddenly trying to look innocent. "I just...you know...it's...actually it fine. So much better than i can do!"

Kiara fake glares at the other girl. "Yeah, but you suck."

Lias's mouth falls open. "It's not my fault my hair's like Hermione's!"

"I like your hair though," Celia defends, ever the peace maker. "It's pretty."

"Aww, but your hair is so much better!" Lais gushes, and suddenly the two tossing compliments like boxers throw punches. Damn they were good too, but it was also awkward.

Kiara stiffly turns Sleepwalker away, getting back to her warm up. She tries to ignore the fact no one complimented her. She doesn't need a compliment. It's not like she cared how her hair looked anyway. She'd cut it short so it was easier to handle. So...who cared if no one complimented her, she told herself. Not her.

Though as the other two moved on from Hair, to eyes, to lips to general face shapes, than onto how they dressed she found herself more annoyed by the second. They could talk anywhere, yet they were here. Distracting her.

Finally, Kiara can't handle it any more. "Is my circle the right size?" She calls, try to hide the ice in her voice.

The two look startled, like they forgotten Kiara was even there. Finally, Celia nods.

Tension sits heavily in the air. Sleepwalkers hooves are the only sound for the longest time someone wonders over. "Number 5, 5 minutes," the man announces, before moving on.

"Well, good luck, I'm gonna go find a seat," Celia says, brushing off grass as she stands.

"See ya in a bit," Lais waves, than turns back to Kaira. "Wanna practice an extended trot one last time. He seems a little tight still."

"Good idea, thanks," Kiara admits.

Time seems to pass too quickly, and before they know it, Kiara's entering the Dressage arena, all eyes on her. Than, in one blink she's saluting the judges, and in the next she's leaving the arena, apparently gone. Like a car accident, the last few minutes are nothing but a blur. As she leaves though, she glances at the score from the judges and her stomach sinks. Sleepwalker was an amazing dressage horse. The score doesn't reflect that.

Out of the arena, Lais runs over, grinning. "That wasn't bad," she grins, "Might be able to get in the top half."

"Yeah," Kiara says absently as she swings off, but as she's coming off she sees a familiar blonde standing near the edge of the arena. Katrina, seeing Kiara looking raises an eyebrow with a smirk that looks to smug to be friendly.

"Look after him," Kiara demands, tossing the reins in Lais's direction. the other girl splatters out an agreement, but Kiara's already stalking towards Katrina, her chest filled with fire.

Next: Wreckage and Misery -AIHT Part 2-

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Description

Show: AUSTRALIAN INTERNATIONAL HORSE TRIALS 2020 - OPEN

Horse’s Name/Reference: OREC Sleepwalker

Rider’s Name/Reference: Kiara Assan

Stable: Oak Ridge EC

Country: Australia

Place: 8th

Next: Wreckage and Misery -AIHT Part 2-

AIHT Story Part 1

Morning hadn't even broken yet, as Kiara wanders into the warm up arena. Behind her, Celia yawn. Lais on the other hand, looks way too awake for a barely lit sky. Kiara really needs another coffee, or three before any tasks for the day, but for some reason, she was one of the first to do her test.

She was thankful Celia and Lais were her though. Lais, her groom for the week, was required, but Celia wasn't. Celia, the lucky duck, was in the last batch of riders, giving her amply time to get ready, warm up and get her head in the zone. Katrina on the other hand, hadn't bothers too wake up yet. Guess she didn't care to watch Kiara's test.

Kiara on the other hand still had sleep in her eyes, bed hair and may or may not have put her shirt on backwards. That tends to be what happens when you get up at 4:30 to be ready in time.

To start, Kiara opens Sleepwalker into a trot, letting him stretch his legs as the other two take a seat in the grass near by.

It should feel nice, haven't others here, but to be honest Kiara feels awkward. She and Celia has never really talked. They couldn't call each other friends. Lais on the other hand, could be friends with anyone and quickly strikes up a conversation with Celia. While they talk Kiara goes through the test one last time.

"Ooh, Kay," Lais calls suddenly, "make sure to fix your hair before you go in!"

Kiara gives her a questioning look and pulls Sleepwalker to a stop beside them.

"I heard Yvette judges harder on people who don't dress properly."

"What, no way," Celia frowns. "She wouldn't"

"Well, thats what i heard." Lais defends.

"Whats wrong with my hair?" Kiara asks, offended, reaching up to pat the bun. Sure, it wouldn't work on a model runway, but it would do for a dressage test.

Lais shrugs, suddenly trying to look innocent. "I just...you know...it's...actually it fine. So much better than i can do!"

Kiara fake glares at the other girl. "Yeah, but you suck."

Lias's mouth falls open. "It's not my fault my hair's like Hermione's!"

"I like your hair though," Celia defends, ever the peace maker. "It's pretty."

"Aww, but your hair is so much better!" Lais gushes, and suddenly the two tossing compliments like boxers throw punches. Damn they were good too, but it was also awkward.

Kiara stiffly turns Sleepwalker away, getting back to her warm up. She tries to ignore the fact no one complimented her. She doesn't need a compliment. It's not like she cared how her hair looked anyway. She'd cut it short so it was easier to handle. So...who cared if no one complimented her, she told herself. Not her.

Though as the other two moved on from Hair, to eyes, to lips to general face shapes, than onto how they dressed she found herself more annoyed by the second. They could talk anywhere, yet they were here. Distracting her.

Finally, Kiara can't handle it any more. "Is my circle the right size?" She calls, try to hide the ice in her voice.

The two look startled, like they forgotten Kiara was even there. Finally, Celia nods.

Tension sits heavily in the air. Sleepwalkers hooves are the only sound for the longest time someone wonders over. "Number 5, 5 minutes," the man announces, before moving on.

"Well, good luck, I'm gonna go find a seat," Celia says, brushing off grass as she stands.

"See ya in a bit," Lais waves, than turns back to Kaira. "Wanna practice an extended trot one last time. He seems a little tight still."

"Good idea, thanks," Kiara admits.

Time seems to pass too quickly, and before they know it, Kiara's entering the Dressage arena, all eyes on her. Than, in one blink she's saluting the judges, and in the next she's leaving the arena, apparently gone. Like a car accident, the last few minutes are nothing but a blur. As she leaves though, she glances at the score from the judges and her stomach sinks. Sleepwalker was an amazing dressage horse. The score doesn't reflect that.

Out of the arena, Lais runs over, grinning. "That wasn't bad," she grins, "Might be able to get in the top half."

"Yeah," Kiara says absently as she swings off, but as she's coming off she sees a familiar blonde standing near the edge of the arena. Katrina, seeing Kiara looking raises an eyebrow with a smirk that looks to smug to be friendly.

"Look after him," Kiara demands, tossing the reins in Lais's direction. the other girl splatters out an agreement, but Kiara's already stalking towards Katrina, her chest filled with fire.

Next: Wreckage and Misery -AIHT Part 2-

No refs used