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Actually for the Illoria's Indefinite RNG Show [OPEN]
Featuring:
X0007 WRR Daryll the Pony being ridden by Abigail Burton

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Abigail stared at the orange pony with disdain. Why did she have to ride a pony? Her brothers didn’t have to ride ponies. Chris even got to ride bigger jumps. It wasn’t fair! She could just as well…she just didn’t want to…
She stuck her bottom out and turned to hug her father’s leg. She whined, hiding her face from the little pony and really tall guy.
Dave sighed quietly. His daughter was probably the most particular of his three children. Whereas Daniel was happy the second he sat on any horse regardless of size and Chris…well…he was in a rebellious phase of sorts but at least he could be talked into behaving his age. Abigail, on the other hand…when she didn’t want to do something, she could be quite the chore to convince otherwise. He held up a finger to Tristan Ennerstone, “Would you give us a moment?”
Tristan, thus far, was yet to be impressed by Abigail's nature, and the fact that she turned her nose up at Daryll when he'd had to drag the pony out of his stall, and let him stand near actually decent horses... well, he a) didn't blame her, but b) was annoyed. He didn't want to do this. It was only because Dave had damn near begged him, so that he didn't end up having to buy the 7 year old a pony... "oh, sure. Whatever you want." He responded, a healthy level of sarcasm dripping from his words.
Dave knelt down, putting his hands on Abigail’s shoulders, “Miss Abigail, whatever is the matter, my dear?” Dave asked in a soft voice. Her rubbed her tiny shoulders.
Abigail scuffed her boot through the dirt, staring at the ground. She shrugged her shoulders, being a typical 8 year old. She didn’t know what she wanted in life. Or she did. She wanted a big pretty horse like her dad and Chris. Not some pony…
Dave shook his head, “A fickle lady you are, Miss Abigail. You pleaded to come here today and ride in a class. Now you’re changing your mind? After Mr. Ennerstone, here, went through all the trouble to bring you a f-…fine pony to ride?” ‘Fine’ was not the word Dave wanted to use. It was so…orange. And so…pony. Why did it have to have so much white and blue eyes…of course it had blue eyes….he didn’t blame his daughter to be a bit off put but the stout pony. She came by it honestly.
Abigail looked up at Tristan, judging him with her unfiltered child eyes. It was clear why she wasn’t so good at making friends at school. She set her standards as high as Tristan’s head. He narrowly made it in her circle if acceptance. She decided based on his boots. They were pretty and had shinys on them.
Tristan, really didn't get this kid's problem. He'd come out here, brought her a pony to ride, and now she was staring at him like he'd gone and brought her a slug. (To be fair, he couldn't completely convince himself there was a difference between Daryll and a slug beyond the fact that Daryll was bright orange.) And so, he returned the stare down, arching an eyebrow and crossing his arms slightly, frowning.
Dave patted her shoulder again, “Why don’t you give this gentleman a chance?”
Abigail looked Daryll over again. It would be rather unlady-like to turn down the generosity, as her mother would preach. This was the only way she’d get to ride like her older brother and father… Abigail took a step over to Daryll. She didn’t quite have the experience around horses so she didn’t really know what to do. She was used to others doing it for her.
Daryll nickered low and stuck his nose out to investigate the tiny human being in front of him. He slurped a tongue right up her cheek, a typical greeting from Daryll.
Abigail squealed with delight! She giggled and wiped the slobber off her face with her sleeve. She looked up to Tristan, smiling big, “Why’d he do that!?”
"Because he's weird." Tristan was never going to offer up some form of praise for the little pony. He was too small, too chubby and too goddamn orange. If the seven year old decided that she liked him, as far as Tristan was concerned, she could have him. He wasn't confident that Jarin would agree.
Dave got back on his feet, dusting his breeches off, “See? What a fi-uh…good pony. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun. Mr. Ennerstone, here, will even help you ride him, okay?” Dave steeled over. Turning one of his precious children over to Tristan…the Maniac rider. The one that bombed around the arena with horrifying technique and equally as disturbing horses… but Dave just didn’t have a horse for Abigail. They were all far too advanced or far too novice for a gentle rider like Abigail. She needed a pack along pony that Tristan made the orange thing sound like. He begged Tristan with his stare not to get his precious princess killed. Please. The wife would never let the kids get near a horse again, might even divorce Dave out of spite. PLEASE.
Tristan rolled his eyes back at Dave, he didn't ride safely himself, that didn't mean that he encouraged others to do it. "She'll be fine." He attempted some level of reassurance, he knew full well that Daryll wouldn't do anything to harm Abigail, so long as she stayed up in the saddle and didn't purposefully throw herself off, she would be absolutely fine. The little pony was at least a tryer.
Abigail reluctantly nodded, still looking pouty but she liked the pony a little more now. Still wasn’t one of the big horses that everyone else got to ride. She crossed her little arms, “Well, I guess I can ride this one for you, Mr. Ennerstone. He’ll do for today. Next time, I would like the full package, not this half cut deal.”
"Next time?" Tristan eyeballed Dave, before he very rapidly figured out that this would be an excellent form of payback. "Well, sure, but we'll need to see how you do, today."
Dave’s smile tightened and his eye twitched. That was his daughter all right. Took after her mother, that was horrifyingly clear to Dave. She had him whipped just like his wife too. So when Abigail wanted to bring her pink saddle pad, matching bows and helmet…he couldn’t say no…Pink on the orange pony…good…they looked so…stunning…in their warmup where Tristan helped her through the basics on Daryll.
Abigail had a little bit of jumping under her belt from the few lessons she could sneak out of her dad and some Chris had taught her in secret. It was evident that she was a Burton. She was definitely more concerned on looking pretty than going fast. But being a Burton came with the knack for riding too. (And let’s face it, there wasn’t much complicated about Daryll…)
Abigail rode in a manner that was confident, but quiet. She looked like she was all business but her cues were so tiny and quiet, Daryll was guessing most of the time what she meant. When Tristan told her to use a stronger cue, she’d barely make a squeak of difference. Her expression looked like she had seriously hurt someone when in reality, a fly landing on Daryll would be like a jet crashing into him compared to her cues.
In the end, Tristan just let it get by for now. Under cueing was better than over cueing right…? He wasn't completely confident in his decision, poor Daryll did look slightly confused from time to time... she'd need a horse trained specifically for her if she wanted to give those kinds of cues... and sure, some of his horses probably could deal with that, Angel, in his heyday, certainly... Daryll the stout? Not so much... still... it could be trained... he guessed?
Finally, it was her go! She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little nervous. Dave looked at her stern expression. She was such an over thinker. He rubbed her back, “You’re going to have a fun time out there, aren’t you, Miss Abigail? No need to fret so much.”
Abigail’s hard frown and scowl never changed as she looked over to her father, “Daddy, I’m not scared. You’re the one shaking. Don’t be such a ninny.”
Dave could cry. His own child calling him a ninny. Was there any greater reward from parenthood.
It was in that set of words, that Abigail just rose up to being Tristan's favourite-ever student. She was brilliant. A grin spread onto his face. "Go on, go have fun. Don't forget to keep your cues clear!" He told her, before he stepped back from her and Daryll to let her go.
Abigail’s name was called for her round. She straightened her back, ramrod straight and entered the ring. She may have been on less of horse, size wise, and doing smaller jumps (Dave demanded) but she was riding as if she was in with the big leagues. She was all business. No time for playing around on some pony. Not even when the barns cat decided to join in, much to Daryll’s surprise! With the confidence of an expect and the touch of a lady, Abigail finished her course with class.
Jarin had been working with Sydney in the background to brush up on his cow cutting prowess for another class Daryll would be in, but he managed to catch the end of Abigail’s ride over a few jumps. “Oh wow! Look at Daryll go! See, Tristan? He’s not so bad, after all!” Jarin was still trying to smooth that accidental breeding over…
Jarin was never going to smooth that accidental breeding over. Tristan suddenly shot him a glare "He's bright, fucking, orange. Of course he's bad. He's hardly taking part in a Grand Prix event." Tristan hissed back at him, still very salty over the fact that Jarin's obese mare had somehow mated with DumDum... and somehow that breeding had come out with a horse who looked like a tangerine with splash markings.
Abigail came out of the ring at a happy trot, still frowning with a serious attitude. Dave was already at the gate to greet her, “Well, done, my sweet Miss Abigail! I’m very proud!”
Abigail look uninterested with what Dave had to tell her. She looked up to Tristan instead, “Thanks for letting me ride your pony, Mr. Ennerstone.” She dismounted from Daryll, still talking, “May I ride a big one next time?”
Daryll wrapped his head around and gave Abigail a good smooch on the cheek. She burst into giggles again, “Okay, maybe Daryll sometimes too!”
Tristan could see the slightly paled look on Dave's face, and gave a wry chuckle. "If you ever start looking at going over larger fences. I'm sure I can find a bigger horse for you..." He infact, had one in mind. Far too large for her, granted. But hey, she wanted a big horse... and his new grey, Phanthomas, was as gentle as they came. He was a great all-rounder... so what if he was 18hh? "Just get your dad to give me a call, and I'm sure I can be of service." He was fairly sure he saw Dave's moustache twitch. It brought him great joy... and so he added to it "or, should you ever happen to be in the Netherlands, do feel free to drop by my stables, I'm sure we can do some more jumping work there." Dave complained often enough about his wife not letting their kids ride... he was fairly certain Abigail wouldn't leave him alone on the topic now... "now, I'd best go get Shifty ready. See you both later." With that, Tristan raised a hand before he headed off back toward his truck, a grin on his face and Daryll in tow, firmly out of licking reach. Today was a good day.
Next time…? Dave questioned. No…this was a one time thing…no next time…he sighed. His wife was going to kill him and take all that he was worth at this rate…
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DARYLL!~ <3 THE PONY!~ <3 LOOK HE HAS A JOB! <3 Toting around small children xD He looks dashing in his pink ;D nothing less for Princess Abigail! I combined styles a bit and tried colored lining like how I've been doing it on my refs. I don't HATE it. I'll keep messing with it xD

Abigail Burton/Dave Burton/Daryll/Art © Drasayer
Tristan Ennerstone/Daryll © Saoradh

SAI/Photoshop CS6

Description

Actually for the Illoria's Indefinite RNG Show [OPEN]
Featuring:
X0007 WRR Daryll the Pony being ridden by Abigail Burton

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Abigail stared at the orange pony with disdain. Why did she have to ride a pony? Her brothers didn’t have to ride ponies. Chris even got to ride bigger jumps. It wasn’t fair! She could just as well…she just didn’t want to…
She stuck her bottom out and turned to hug her father’s leg. She whined, hiding her face from the little pony and really tall guy.
Dave sighed quietly. His daughter was probably the most particular of his three children. Whereas Daniel was happy the second he sat on any horse regardless of size and Chris…well…he was in a rebellious phase of sorts but at least he could be talked into behaving his age. Abigail, on the other hand…when she didn’t want to do something, she could be quite the chore to convince otherwise. He held up a finger to Tristan Ennerstone, “Would you give us a moment?”
Tristan, thus far, was yet to be impressed by Abigail's nature, and the fact that she turned her nose up at Daryll when he'd had to drag the pony out of his stall, and let him stand near actually decent horses... well, he a) didn't blame her, but b) was annoyed. He didn't want to do this. It was only because Dave had damn near begged him, so that he didn't end up having to buy the 7 year old a pony... "oh, sure. Whatever you want." He responded, a healthy level of sarcasm dripping from his words.
Dave knelt down, putting his hands on Abigail’s shoulders, “Miss Abigail, whatever is the matter, my dear?” Dave asked in a soft voice. Her rubbed her tiny shoulders.
Abigail scuffed her boot through the dirt, staring at the ground. She shrugged her shoulders, being a typical 8 year old. She didn’t know what she wanted in life. Or she did. She wanted a big pretty horse like her dad and Chris. Not some pony…
Dave shook his head, “A fickle lady you are, Miss Abigail. You pleaded to come here today and ride in a class. Now you’re changing your mind? After Mr. Ennerstone, here, went through all the trouble to bring you a f-…fine pony to ride?” ‘Fine’ was not the word Dave wanted to use. It was so…orange. And so…pony. Why did it have to have so much white and blue eyes…of course it had blue eyes….he didn’t blame his daughter to be a bit off put but the stout pony. She came by it honestly.
Abigail looked up at Tristan, judging him with her unfiltered child eyes. It was clear why she wasn’t so good at making friends at school. She set her standards as high as Tristan’s head. He narrowly made it in her circle if acceptance. She decided based on his boots. They were pretty and had shinys on them.
Tristan, really didn't get this kid's problem. He'd come out here, brought her a pony to ride, and now she was staring at him like he'd gone and brought her a slug. (To be fair, he couldn't completely convince himself there was a difference between Daryll and a slug beyond the fact that Daryll was bright orange.) And so, he returned the stare down, arching an eyebrow and crossing his arms slightly, frowning.
Dave patted her shoulder again, “Why don’t you give this gentleman a chance?”
Abigail looked Daryll over again. It would be rather unlady-like to turn down the generosity, as her mother would preach. This was the only way she’d get to ride like her older brother and father… Abigail took a step over to Daryll. She didn’t quite have the experience around horses so she didn’t really know what to do. She was used to others doing it for her.
Daryll nickered low and stuck his nose out to investigate the tiny human being in front of him. He slurped a tongue right up her cheek, a typical greeting from Daryll.
Abigail squealed with delight! She giggled and wiped the slobber off her face with her sleeve. She looked up to Tristan, smiling big, “Why’d he do that!?”
"Because he's weird." Tristan was never going to offer up some form of praise for the little pony. He was too small, too chubby and too goddamn orange. If the seven year old decided that she liked him, as far as Tristan was concerned, she could have him. He wasn't confident that Jarin would agree.
Dave got back on his feet, dusting his breeches off, “See? What a fi-uh…good pony. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun. Mr. Ennerstone, here, will even help you ride him, okay?” Dave steeled over. Turning one of his precious children over to Tristan…the Maniac rider. The one that bombed around the arena with horrifying technique and equally as disturbing horses… but Dave just didn’t have a horse for Abigail. They were all far too advanced or far too novice for a gentle rider like Abigail. She needed a pack along pony that Tristan made the orange thing sound like. He begged Tristan with his stare not to get his precious princess killed. Please. The wife would never let the kids get near a horse again, might even divorce Dave out of spite. PLEASE.
Tristan rolled his eyes back at Dave, he didn't ride safely himself, that didn't mean that he encouraged others to do it. "She'll be fine." He attempted some level of reassurance, he knew full well that Daryll wouldn't do anything to harm Abigail, so long as she stayed up in the saddle and didn't purposefully throw herself off, she would be absolutely fine. The little pony was at least a tryer.
Abigail reluctantly nodded, still looking pouty but she liked the pony a little more now. Still wasn’t one of the big horses that everyone else got to ride. She crossed her little arms, “Well, I guess I can ride this one for you, Mr. Ennerstone. He’ll do for today. Next time, I would like the full package, not this half cut deal.”
"Next time?" Tristan eyeballed Dave, before he very rapidly figured out that this would be an excellent form of payback. "Well, sure, but we'll need to see how you do, today."
Dave’s smile tightened and his eye twitched. That was his daughter all right. Took after her mother, that was horrifyingly clear to Dave. She had him whipped just like his wife too. So when Abigail wanted to bring her pink saddle pad, matching bows and helmet…he couldn’t say no…Pink on the orange pony…good…they looked so…stunning…in their warmup where Tristan helped her through the basics on Daryll.
Abigail had a little bit of jumping under her belt from the few lessons she could sneak out of her dad and some Chris had taught her in secret. It was evident that she was a Burton. She was definitely more concerned on looking pretty than going fast. But being a Burton came with the knack for riding too. (And let’s face it, there wasn’t much complicated about Daryll…)
Abigail rode in a manner that was confident, but quiet. She looked like she was all business but her cues were so tiny and quiet, Daryll was guessing most of the time what she meant. When Tristan told her to use a stronger cue, she’d barely make a squeak of difference. Her expression looked like she had seriously hurt someone when in reality, a fly landing on Daryll would be like a jet crashing into him compared to her cues.
In the end, Tristan just let it get by for now. Under cueing was better than over cueing right…? He wasn't completely confident in his decision, poor Daryll did look slightly confused from time to time... she'd need a horse trained specifically for her if she wanted to give those kinds of cues... and sure, some of his horses probably could deal with that, Angel, in his heyday, certainly... Daryll the stout? Not so much... still... it could be trained... he guessed?
Finally, it was her go! She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little nervous. Dave looked at her stern expression. She was such an over thinker. He rubbed her back, “You’re going to have a fun time out there, aren’t you, Miss Abigail? No need to fret so much.”
Abigail’s hard frown and scowl never changed as she looked over to her father, “Daddy, I’m not scared. You’re the one shaking. Don’t be such a ninny.”
Dave could cry. His own child calling him a ninny. Was there any greater reward from parenthood.
It was in that set of words, that Abigail just rose up to being Tristan's favourite-ever student. She was brilliant. A grin spread onto his face. "Go on, go have fun. Don't forget to keep your cues clear!" He told her, before he stepped back from her and Daryll to let her go.
Abigail’s name was called for her round. She straightened her back, ramrod straight and entered the ring. She may have been on less of horse, size wise, and doing smaller jumps (Dave demanded) but she was riding as if she was in with the big leagues. She was all business. No time for playing around on some pony. Not even when the barns cat decided to join in, much to Daryll’s surprise! With the confidence of an expect and the touch of a lady, Abigail finished her course with class.
Jarin had been working with Sydney in the background to brush up on his cow cutting prowess for another class Daryll would be in, but he managed to catch the end of Abigail’s ride over a few jumps. “Oh wow! Look at Daryll go! See, Tristan? He’s not so bad, after all!” Jarin was still trying to smooth that accidental breeding over…
Jarin was never going to smooth that accidental breeding over. Tristan suddenly shot him a glare "He's bright, fucking, orange. Of course he's bad. He's hardly taking part in a Grand Prix event." Tristan hissed back at him, still very salty over the fact that Jarin's obese mare had somehow mated with DumDum... and somehow that breeding had come out with a horse who looked like a tangerine with splash markings.
Abigail came out of the ring at a happy trot, still frowning with a serious attitude. Dave was already at the gate to greet her, “Well, done, my sweet Miss Abigail! I’m very proud!”
Abigail look uninterested with what Dave had to tell her. She looked up to Tristan instead, “Thanks for letting me ride your pony, Mr. Ennerstone.” She dismounted from Daryll, still talking, “May I ride a big one next time?”
Daryll wrapped his head around and gave Abigail a good smooch on the cheek. She burst into giggles again, “Okay, maybe Daryll sometimes too!”
Tristan could see the slightly paled look on Dave's face, and gave a wry chuckle. "If you ever start looking at going over larger fences. I'm sure I can find a bigger horse for you..." He infact, had one in mind. Far too large for her, granted. But hey, she wanted a big horse... and his new grey, Phanthomas, was as gentle as they came. He was a great all-rounder... so what if he was 18hh? "Just get your dad to give me a call, and I'm sure I can be of service." He was fairly sure he saw Dave's moustache twitch. It brought him great joy... and so he added to it "or, should you ever happen to be in the Netherlands, do feel free to drop by my stables, I'm sure we can do some more jumping work there." Dave complained often enough about his wife not letting their kids ride... he was fairly certain Abigail wouldn't leave him alone on the topic now... "now, I'd best go get Shifty ready. See you both later." With that, Tristan raised a hand before he headed off back toward his truck, a grin on his face and Daryll in tow, firmly out of licking reach. Today was a good day.
Next time…? Dave questioned. No…this was a one time thing…no next time…he sighed. His wife was going to kill him and take all that he was worth at this rate…
(2041 word count)
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DARYLL!~ <3 THE PONY!~ <3 LOOK HE HAS A JOB! <3 Toting around small children xD He looks dashing in his pink ;D nothing less for Princess Abigail! I combined styles a bit and tried colored lining like how I've been doing it on my refs. I don't HATE it. I'll keep messing with it xD

Abigail Burton/Dave Burton/Daryll/Art © Drasayer
Tristan Ennerstone/Daryll © Saoradh

SAI/Photoshop CS6