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CS Once Upon a Time Lord at MSS Summer Event 2012

Rider: Flossy Nightingale
Country: New Zealand
Music: Stereo Love (cover) by Fuse
Class: Maiden Dressage Kür

EDIT: Attempted to fix the reins. It... kinda worked... ish...

Doc's first show! Technically he's not been accepted yet, which is why his tag has no number yet. Once we get our number, it SHALL be edited! Hopefully we get it soon, coz I'm excited. I've never done a dressage image before, and in truth, I don't really know much about dressage, but I'm certainly eager to learn!

Tack Reference: [link] §ion=&global=1&q=dressage#/d1qnjop and [link]
Horse reference: Don't worry! I'll find it again! With luck xD

Flossy ran her long fingers through the stallion's silver forelock, watching as her competition marched out of the arena. It was their turn, she realised, trying to keep from panicking. She always had butterflies before a show, and usually, those butterflies were munching on her intestines and screaming 'get the hell out!' And today was no exception. Doc, on the other hand, was as calm as he ever was, watching the bay and her rider saunter proudly past them; he gave them a congratulatory whinny as Flossy spurred him on into the arena.

He meandered lazily over to the centre as they were introduced over the loud speaker, the sound of the ocean's waves seemed to make him even less feisty than usual -- which was not a good thing, because any more relaxed and he'd be asleep. And that wouldn't be good for anyone. Flossy wondered what the penalty was for a horse sleeping during the routine; was it a couple points off, or a redo, or a disqualification? Or none of the above?

She hadn't much time to draw a conclusion as her music hummed to life and the man-eating butterflies began chewing on her insides again. She had to get the cues perfect; and that was no problem. She'd done this routine half a million times. But still! What if everything went wrong? What if she missed it by a fraction of a second! The whole show would be ruined! Unless the judges didn't know. Would they know? They'd never seen the routine so maybe not. But what if they did?

To her utter terror, Flossy missed her cue. Her throat closed up and she couldn't help but panic -- Doc, however, didn't. He'd done this just as many times as his rider, and considering there were no fears or worries to eat away at him, he started right on time, taking his cue from the music. After that, the rest of the routine flowed smoothly; Flossy calmed down when she realised Doc pretty much had it covered, with or without her, and managed to continue without keeling over dead. All the same, when the music stopped and she and Doc made way for the next competitor, she couldn't help but collapse into the painted stallion's neck. "Thank god that's over," she muttered, letting Doc lead them both to the practice arena, so he could watch the other horses prance as he grazed. Flossy gave him a quick pat and slid off, pulling his big head into a monstrous hug. "Good job Doctor," she told him, pulling a small bit of apple from the pocket she'd sown into her dressage hat. "We may yet live to dance another day."

Description
CS Once Upon a Time Lord at MSS Summer Event 2012

Rider: Flossy Nightingale
Country: New Zealand
Music: Stereo Love (cover) by Fuse
Class: Maiden Dressage Kür

EDIT: Attempted to fix the reins. It... kinda worked... ish...

Doc's first show! Technically he's not been accepted yet, which is why his tag has no number yet. Once we get our number, it SHALL be edited! Hopefully we get it soon, coz I'm excited. I've never done a dressage image before, and in truth, I don't really know much about dressage, but I'm certainly eager to learn!

Tack Reference: [link] §ion=&global=1&q=dressage#/d1qnjop and [link]
Horse reference: Don't worry! I'll find it again! With luck xD

Flossy ran her long fingers through the stallion's silver forelock, watching as her competition marched out of the arena. It was their turn, she realised, trying to keep from panicking. She always had butterflies before a show, and usually, those butterflies were munching on her intestines and screaming 'get the hell out!' And today was no exception. Doc, on the other hand, was as calm as he ever was, watching the bay and her rider saunter proudly past them; he gave them a congratulatory whinny as Flossy spurred him on into the arena.

He meandered lazily over to the centre as they were introduced over the loud speaker, the sound of the ocean's waves seemed to make him even less feisty than usual -- which was not a good thing, because any more relaxed and he'd be asleep. And that wouldn't be good for anyone. Flossy wondered what the penalty was for a horse sleeping during the routine; was it a couple points off, or a redo, or a disqualification? Or none of the above?

She hadn't much time to draw a conclusion as her music hummed to life and the man-eating butterflies began chewing on her insides again. She had to get the cues perfect; and that was no problem. She'd done this routine half a million times. But still! What if everything went wrong? What if she missed it by a fraction of a second! The whole show would be ruined! Unless the judges didn't know. Would they know? They'd never seen the routine so maybe not. But what if they did?

To her utter terror, Flossy missed her cue. Her throat closed up and she couldn't help but panic -- Doc, however, didn't. He'd done this just as many times as his rider, and considering there were no fears or worries to eat away at him, he started right on time, taking his cue from the music. After that, the rest of the routine flowed smoothly; Flossy calmed down when she realised Doc pretty much had it covered, with or without her, and managed to continue without keeling over dead. All the same, when the music stopped and she and Doc made way for the next competitor, she couldn't help but collapse into the painted stallion's neck. "Thank god that's over," she muttered, letting Doc lead them both to the practice arena, so he could watch the other horses prance as he grazed. Flossy gave him a quick pat and slid off, pulling his big head into a monstrous hug. "Good job Doctor," she told him, pulling a small bit of apple from the pocket she'd sown into her dressage hat. "We may yet live to dance another day."