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RDR's Lysa in the liberty ring at the Beauty of the giants show held by *Jullelin [link]

Entry #15
Classical Music: Rachmaninoff: Prelude #5 In G Minor
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Lysa (swedish for Glitter)
Hototo pure Mare

white eyes (no zoning or pupil)
Pink Aura
Bay Roan with snip, star and front right pastern
pink (youthful) minimal striping

Height: 187cm (18.2hh)
Age: 125 years old (just a baby!)

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Lysa entered the arena with her head held high and her huge hooves prancing. She stood still for a moment, taking in those watching her and the scents in the cool night air. A snowflake landed, windblown, on her nose and she set off at the joyful canter. she leaped and bucked and slid to a stop to roll in the thick snow. her pink Aura reflected off the snow and that seemed to please her.

Her handlers watched the other horses carefully, eying possible breeding companions and colors to watch for in the future. Lysa was smaller than many of the horses, almost looking like a painted on shire but she was also happy and well mannered. When her time in the ring was done and she had pranced herself into the sweat she came calmly and headbutted her people. She had fun and was almost to the trailer when she bumped the girl holding her lead into the snow bank and lied down next to her.

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Description
CAME IN SECOND

RDR's Lysa in the liberty ring at the Beauty of the giants show held by *Jullelin [link]

Entry #15
Classical Music: Rachmaninoff: Prelude #5 In G Minor
[link]

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Lysa (swedish for Glitter)
Hototo pure Mare

white eyes (no zoning or pupil)
Pink Aura
Bay Roan with snip, star and front right pastern
pink (youthful) minimal striping

Height: 187cm (18.2hh)
Age: 125 years old (just a baby!)

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Lysa entered the arena with her head held high and her huge hooves prancing. She stood still for a moment, taking in those watching her and the scents in the cool night air. A snowflake landed, windblown, on her nose and she set off at the joyful canter. she leaped and bucked and slid to a stop to roll in the thick snow. her pink Aura reflected off the snow and that seemed to please her.

Her handlers watched the other horses carefully, eying possible breeding companions and colors to watch for in the future. Lysa was smaller than many of the horses, almost looking like a painted on shire but she was also happy and well mannered. When her time in the ring was done and she had pranced herself into the sweat she came calmly and headbutted her people. She had fun and was almost to the trailer when she bumped the girl holding her lead into the snow bank and lied down next to her.

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