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OOOH it's baby Iska's first holiday show!! And what a COLORFUL ONE!
Another event to add to this lanky duo's mis-adventures XD Hope this lil antic of theirs brings some cheer to you all <3
Happy holidays!! I hope y'all have a good one!
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Show name: The Zlesdin Christmas Show
Class entered: Show Class
Horse name: Āşşen S. For The Love of Iskandar IHS
Horse age: 3 years
Horse breed: Zlesdin
Rider’s name: Fahir Āşşen
Rider’s age: 19
Stable: Āşşen Stud Stable
Country: China
Story:
"Heyy, where are you going? ...Haha, Iska!" The young rider laughed as his equally green (or in this case, decked in a festive red) young stallion frolicked around the indoor arena. Shiny! Shiny! Ooh, what's that? The milky and black-pepper-dusted young lad of a stallion pranced to the edges of the arena walls and stretched his long, lean neck out. He sniffed long and hard at the dangling ferns, sparkling and twinkling with commercial delights. "Iska... Don't you dare—" Too late, the curious horse stuck out his long pink tongue and tried to snatch at those beguiling lights—like fireflies in winter. "Uh Oh!" Fahir quickly pulled back the reins, swiveling Iska's head around, in his haste a bit not too gently, just before the white stallion chomped his teeth into nothingness. Iska turned his head around, flattening his ears slightly and seemed to pout at his young rider. Aw, I almost had it!

Fahir wiped his brow and smirked at his big steed. "Those aren't good for you, Iska." Whatever, I'll find myself another treat. The stallion shook his long, fine head—his previous displeasure soon forgotten. "Come on, let's try to practice some jumps. Can't do those big ones yet, you're too young—so we'll have to work with those little ones." Fahir watched some of the other riders in the arena practice their warm-ups. One pair caught his eye, as they flew over a large obstacle. A big grey Zlesdin, bedecked with golden bells upon his neck. His rider wore a festive red cap upon her helmet. Splendid form, they presented as they flew over another decker. "One day, you'll fly like that too Iska. I'm sure of it. Just gotta grow into yourself." Iska watched the flying pair with equal interest, his pricked ears locking onto his young rider's words. Bobbing his head, Iska champed at his bit—eager to get started as well. "Heh, let us give it a go then!" Fahir took Iska around the arena and aimed at one of the smaller, baby jumps.

Hmm? What's that? Blinking lights near the ground catch Iska's attention and he swiftly turns towards it—pulling his rider with him.
"Huh? Wait, Iska!"
Thump, thump... pitahh!

The white and black-pepper-dusted stallion sprung himself over the little bedecked spruce tree. As he does so, he looks back at his rider in question. Ya mean like dis? Fly! Fly! Catching himself onto the ground on the other end of the dwarf spruce, Iska pranced to a stop, quite proud of himself. He raises his head up high, snorting loudly and whinnies cheerily. Lookit me! Lookit me! I did it! He swings his head around to catch any passerby's smiling eyes. Totally amused at his young stallion's antics, Fahir can't help but chuckle. "Well, I guess that's one way to practice a jump."

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Mention of CS Wendigo by Heartsng . I hope you don't mind I added your pair to my lil story!

Description

1 time fault [RESULTS ]

OOOH it's baby Iska's first holiday show!! And what a COLORFUL ONE!
Another event to add to this lanky duo's mis-adventures XD Hope this lil antic of theirs brings some cheer to you all <3
Happy holidays!! I hope y'all have a good one!
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Show name: The Zlesdin Christmas Show
Class entered: Show Class
Horse name: Āşşen S. For The Love of Iskandar IHS
Horse age: 3 years
Horse breed: Zlesdin
Rider’s name: Fahir Āşşen
Rider’s age: 19
Stable: Āşşen Stud Stable
Country: China
Story:
"Heyy, where are you going? ...Haha, Iska!" The young rider laughed as his equally green (or in this case, decked in a festive red) young stallion frolicked around the indoor arena. Shiny! Shiny! Ooh, what's that? The milky and black-pepper-dusted young lad of a stallion pranced to the edges of the arena walls and stretched his long, lean neck out. He sniffed long and hard at the dangling ferns, sparkling and twinkling with commercial delights. "Iska... Don't you dare—" Too late, the curious horse stuck out his long pink tongue and tried to snatch at those beguiling lights—like fireflies in winter. "Uh Oh!" Fahir quickly pulled back the reins, swiveling Iska's head around, in his haste a bit not too gently, just before the white stallion chomped his teeth into nothingness. Iska turned his head around, flattening his ears slightly and seemed to pout at his young rider. Aw, I almost had it!

Fahir wiped his brow and smirked at his big steed. "Those aren't good for you, Iska." Whatever, I'll find myself another treat. The stallion shook his long, fine head—his previous displeasure soon forgotten. "Come on, let's try to practice some jumps. Can't do those big ones yet, you're too young—so we'll have to work with those little ones." Fahir watched some of the other riders in the arena practice their warm-ups. One pair caught his eye, as they flew over a large obstacle. A big grey Zlesdin, bedecked with golden bells upon his neck. His rider wore a festive red cap upon her helmet. Splendid form, they presented as they flew over another decker. "One day, you'll fly like that too Iska. I'm sure of it. Just gotta grow into yourself." Iska watched the flying pair with equal interest, his pricked ears locking onto his young rider's words. Bobbing his head, Iska champed at his bit—eager to get started as well. "Heh, let us give it a go then!" Fahir took Iska around the arena and aimed at one of the smaller, baby jumps.

Hmm? What's that? Blinking lights near the ground catch Iska's attention and he swiftly turns towards it—pulling his rider with him.
"Huh? Wait, Iska!"
Thump, thump... pitahh!

The white and black-pepper-dusted stallion sprung himself over the little bedecked spruce tree. As he does so, he looks back at his rider in question. Ya mean like dis? Fly! Fly! Catching himself onto the ground on the other end of the dwarf spruce, Iska pranced to a stop, quite proud of himself. He raises his head up high, snorting loudly and whinnies cheerily. Lookit me! Lookit me! I did it! He swings his head around to catch any passerby's smiling eyes. Totally amused at his young stallion's antics, Fahir can't help but chuckle. "Well, I guess that's one way to practice a jump."

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Pose Reference | Background refs provided by host.

Mention of CS Wendigo by Heartsng . I hope you don't mind I added your pair to my lil story!