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CAVALIA EQ'S SUMMER CHALLENGE Class: Three Day Event Dressage
Stable: Misty Mountain Stables

Country: New Zealand
Horse: Mountain's Madame de Pompadour

Rein scored first in Individual Dressage! Yay! Very proud of this lovely lady!

GOD I'm good at titles! Anyway, I'm sleepy and it's midnight, so here we go! Grace and Reinette on day one of their first full three day event! They've been training together for ages, so IT'S TIME! LET'S CONTINUE!

Grace ran her fingers through her black and white mare's swishing tail trying to work out what was left of the knots that lived there. Reinette wasn't very pleased about it, and pulled it away every time she figured Grace was taking too long. "Will you stop that?" Grace demanded, her plethora of patience finally wearing thin with the self-proclaimed princess of Misty Mountain. "I'm trying to make you beautiful." Rein gave her what she swore was a sarcastic snort, and she could tell exactly what the entitled mare was thinking: 'Please. I'm already beautiful.' Grace rolled her eyes and brushed out Reinette's long tail one final time before cutting herself off from anything even remotely grooming related. At this point, Reinette had been brushed and poked at so many times, she almost looked as though she was made of plastic.

Something crackled over the microphones, and a surge of anxious excitement flowed through her. It was nearly their turn. She picked up the reigns and led Reinette over towards the arena, peering over the fence to see their competiton. She could feel the butterflies starting to flap around in her belly. "They're good," she stated, talking over her shoulder at Reinette, who seemed to care less and less with each passing second, "but we're better. Dressage is our forte, so we'd better wipe the floor with all these people, got it? If we outshine them today, we won't have to panic as much during cross country," she told the mare, who's interest had been taken up by a pretty painted stallion; she could care less about Grace's silly peptalk. Reinette had been competing in dressage for two years, and had excelled every step of the way; this was a cakewalk. It was the cross country that made her nervous.

Grace mounted up and gave her mare a very unnecesary reassuring pat on the neck. "It's almost us!" she announced giddily, a sentence which was also unnecessary as the previous rider's music began to fade out. Grace fondled a green pendant that around her neck, set against her white shirt like a stain. She turned the ugly green tiki nervously, it's beady read eyes staring out over the competition. It had scared her to no end as a child; it was her grandmother's. The old woman had said the tiki would bring its wearer luck, but young Grace had never believed that -- it looked like a pedofile crouched behind the bushes in a playground. But after her grandmother had passed away, her attitude had changed. Nana had loved this ugly little thing, so Grace loved it too, and brought it into every competition with her. Grace still didn't quite believe in good luck, but she tucked it into her shirt anyway, fixed her seat restlessly, and impatiently waited for their names to blare out over the arena.

There. That was it. Here we go.

Description

CAVALIA EQ'S SUMMER CHALLENGE Class: Three Day Event Dressage
Stable: Misty Mountain Stables

Country: New Zealand
Horse: Mountain's Madame de Pompadour

Rein scored first in Individual Dressage! Yay! Very proud of this lovely lady!

GOD I'm good at titles! Anyway, I'm sleepy and it's midnight, so here we go! Grace and Reinette on day one of their first full three day event! They've been training together for ages, so IT'S TIME! LET'S CONTINUE!

Grace ran her fingers through her black and white mare's swishing tail trying to work out what was left of the knots that lived there. Reinette wasn't very pleased about it, and pulled it away every time she figured Grace was taking too long. "Will you stop that?" Grace demanded, her plethora of patience finally wearing thin with the self-proclaimed princess of Misty Mountain. "I'm trying to make you beautiful." Rein gave her what she swore was a sarcastic snort, and she could tell exactly what the entitled mare was thinking: 'Please. I'm already beautiful.' Grace rolled her eyes and brushed out Reinette's long tail one final time before cutting herself off from anything even remotely grooming related. At this point, Reinette had been brushed and poked at so many times, she almost looked as though she was made of plastic.

Something crackled over the microphones, and a surge of anxious excitement flowed through her. It was nearly their turn. She picked up the reigns and led Reinette over towards the arena, peering over the fence to see their competiton. She could feel the butterflies starting to flap around in her belly. "They're good," she stated, talking over her shoulder at Reinette, who seemed to care less and less with each passing second, "but we're better. Dressage is our forte, so we'd better wipe the floor with all these people, got it? If we outshine them today, we won't have to panic as much during cross country," she told the mare, who's interest had been taken up by a pretty painted stallion; she could care less about Grace's silly peptalk. Reinette had been competing in dressage for two years, and had excelled every step of the way; this was a cakewalk. It was the cross country that made her nervous.

Grace mounted up and gave her mare a very unnecesary reassuring pat on the neck. "It's almost us!" she announced giddily, a sentence which was also unnecessary as the previous rider's music began to fade out. Grace fondled a green pendant that around her neck, set against her white shirt like a stain. She turned the ugly green tiki nervously, it's beady read eyes staring out over the competition. It had scared her to no end as a child; it was her grandmother's. The old woman had said the tiki would bring its wearer luck, but young Grace had never believed that -- it looked like a pedofile crouched behind the bushes in a playground. But after her grandmother had passed away, her attitude had changed. Nana had loved this ugly little thing, so Grace loved it too, and brought it into every competition with her. Grace still didn't quite believe in good luck, but she tucked it into her shirt anyway, fixed her seat restlessly, and impatiently waited for their names to blare out over the arena.

There. That was it. Here we go.