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Description
Show: 2015 Summer Fun Fair! All Breeds Welcome hosted by
Class: War!
Horse: T'Khasi's El'es (E566)
Horse Age: 5 years
Rider: Raleigh Winchester
Rider Age: 32 years
Place: 2nd

This was the first contest where Ray and Ellie would be going against other horses, head to head. As she made sure the girth was tightened just right for the eighteenth time, Ray couldn't help but admit her nervousness - at least to herself. Ellie always had spunk, there was no denying that - but did she have what it took to be a true warhorse - the fighting spirit in her blood? Her Howl Mancer blood certainly gave her the predilection, but until she passed this last test there was no way to know for sure.

She gave her mount one last pat on the shoulder - more to assure herself, as Ellie was much more interested in what was happening around them than her rider at the moment. It brought a smile to Ray's face, and a chuckle that released some of her tension. "All right girl, let's go get 'em."

A practiced swing and she was in the saddle, and then the announcer was declaring the games begun. With knees and heels and hands, she signaled the charge. There were at least a half dozen other pairs charging for them in return, and in one gut wrenching moment Ray was afraid Ellie would freeze - or even worse, make a break for it. But much to her rider's joy, the Snjorrir gave a trumpeting challenging and stampeded towards her opposition.

Giving a warcry of her own, Raleigh let the fierce smile plaster her face as she reveled in this moment. This was what it was like to ride to war.

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WC: 263
Reference: 3DE Cross Country Refusal Stock

Description
Show: 2015 Summer Fun Fair! All Breeds Welcome hosted by
Class: War!
Horse: T'Khasi's El'es (E566)
Horse Age: 5 years
Rider: Raleigh Winchester
Rider Age: 32 years
Place: 2nd

This was the first contest where Ray and Ellie would be going against other horses, head to head. As she made sure the girth was tightened just right for the eighteenth time, Ray couldn't help but admit her nervousness - at least to herself. Ellie always had spunk, there was no denying that - but did she have what it took to be a true warhorse - the fighting spirit in her blood? Her Howl Mancer blood certainly gave her the predilection, but until she passed this last test there was no way to know for sure.

She gave her mount one last pat on the shoulder - more to assure herself, as Ellie was much more interested in what was happening around them than her rider at the moment. It brought a smile to Ray's face, and a chuckle that released some of her tension. "All right girl, let's go get 'em."

A practiced swing and she was in the saddle, and then the announcer was declaring the games begun. With knees and heels and hands, she signaled the charge. There were at least a half dozen other pairs charging for them in return, and in one gut wrenching moment Ray was afraid Ellie would freeze - or even worse, make a break for it. But much to her rider's joy, the Snjorrir gave a trumpeting challenging and stampeded towards her opposition.

Giving a warcry of her own, Raleigh let the fierce smile plaster her face as she reveled in this moment. This was what it was like to ride to war.

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WC: 263
Reference: 3DE Cross Country Refusal Stock