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HARPG Toronto Masters Event
Rider: Paul James Jägermann

Age: 25 y.o.

Stable: n/a

Country: Ukraine

Experience: ---(mistaken here)

Horse: Varta

Age: 4 y.o.

Breed: Ukrainian riding

Experience: n/a
Class: CSI 2* Prestige League
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Information about the rider: Paul James Jägerman, 25, born in Ukraine, but grown less than a year in England, becoming an orphan and then being adopted by German family... Pretty much a lot to tell, right? But we won't be deepening into such nuances. About everything in certain from his life we can ask personally him: this guy won't hesitate to tell you something that you would ever like to know, but with a charming smile still politely will let you know, that some topics he rather prefer to not to touch. Life is a mill time to time, being able to grate even the strongest grain, not leaving a choice. Same does time, healing and milling over those hard grains or making them softer, more bearable. Being always interested in own roots, Paul couldn't even imagine that one day will meet his sister, whoever thought, in the streets of London, who after all "gave him a new life", coaxing him to move in Ukraine. Life becomes easier if you know, that somebody can support and give advice. It also becomes busier when you have somebody to care about when this care turns into a life-long mission, but after all, those are enjoyable worries as then the care returns to himself.
Watching how his sister deals first with the dogs from her kennel and then how she manages to ride horses, Paul couldn't wait but to try. Tried and stuck in the saddle as well. How many times had he fall down from the saddle, barely breaking himself something, receiving bruises, ut then stubbornly returning back and trying again, trying to understand, fix and learn his mistakes. Nobody said life is simple and he knows it pretty well, trying again and again. Being very new at the equine horse, this man can without shame brag about his own achievements with his deeply loved pets.
Parents and/or notable ancestors of the horse: Varta's parents were as well horses, which were giving such performances as she at the shows. Pretty much the information about them was pretty unknown because the different regions are pretty far away from Varta's living location.
Breeder of the horse: Breeder of the horse is a pretty good Kira's friend and one of her teachers in the equine sport. Craving for more knowledge, Kira didn't think much if she had an opportunity to visit other places only to meet the teachers and get some valuable experience from them. That's why she has a lot of people he knows. who even bred or worked with horses.
Anything interesting about your pair: Varta and Paul is a separate story to tell. Varta never hesitates to "kiss" Paul and shamelessly demands his attention. If she smells something in his pocket, she will do her best, almost twirling around how to show how gorgeous is she to receive the treat. She is a gentle girl and Paul knows it very well, always being in the same state of the consciousness with the arduous mare.
Which obstacle would they have most trouble with: If Varta listens pretty well to the rider, she will know when she has to jump unless she hits the obstacle. Every obstacle for her can end up lying on the floor unless the rider count right hen she has to push herself from the ground for the leap.
How do horse and rider work together: Simply the horse knows well what to do and how to jump, the rider does so as well if there was not a tiny nuance. For Paul's unfortunate, he has got a horror of the high and bears the quick snapping up always really hard. Pretty much he swallows the almost panic attack and holds himself unflappable, but the worries are being added when and Varta feels so. But after all, he tried to calm to pounding heart as quick as he can by the thought and breathing, while in the saddle dealt with Varta, who doesn't make anything without thinking, which helps as well for Paul's confidence. As if feeling that he trusts her, Varta tries her best to, after all, receive her treat.
Anything special about the horses or riders jumping style: Varta got a pretty light body and has no troubles with jumping unless one thing which made her hit the obstacles not once back home during the training. She starts the jump very close to the obstacle and simply has no time to develop her height. But gradually after more training, she started to listen to the rider and do everything that is necessary.

_____

Story: (each story will be the continuation of the previous story since they were going one by one and... pretty much, it's turning out more interesting when there's a plot, right. The previous part: Mission impossible: catching the fugitive )

The morning was started from the brewed strong coffee with Paul's words:
-Come on, have some time until everything starts.- he muttered in Ukrainian, taking a seat at the table with a sigh stretching the hand to his cup.
Kira looked at the brother and sighed deeply:
-What time is it now?- she replied, trying to raise the head.
He looked at her with the sigh in reply:
-You've asked already.
-No...- Kira rejected.
-Tree times...- Paul swallowed, watching her,- It's eleven.- he stated, taking the warm toasts from the plate.
Both siblings were gifted with the dream only at the time of 4 or earlier when the sun still wasn't showing up from the horizon and outside everything was lightened with the artificial lights darkness. The story what happened yesterday with the helping out to catch the horse exhausted them at all and now both were trying to wake quicker, using such doping as coffee.
Kira looked into her cup and realised, that she didn't really hear what her brother said. She looked up at him, still thinking of the happened yesterday and sighed, making a guilty face:
-Paul...- she stretched.
-Ja.- he replied this time in German, taking a bite of the toast.
Kira sighed, lying on the table on her arm:
-You will hate me, but what time is it now?- she asked, looking quietly at him after.
Paul raised both eyebrows and took some breath, holding it, while watched her and then exhaled:
-Unbelievably early, it's eleven.- he joked, watching her closing the eyes on her arm,- He-ey, no, don't you dare to sleep. It was your guilt only.- he joked, taking the other bite and pushing the plate closer to her,- C'mon, it's time to start breakfast.- he said slightly reproachfully.
Kira only frowned slightly:
-My guilt?- she asked in the mumble, not willing to lift herself from the hand.
Paul rolled his eyes with the shake of the head:
-I see the humour still didn't wake in you.- he said, looking back at her and seeing her condition,- Oh...- he stretched,- Got up up, but forgot to wake.- he chuckled, watching her face,- If you haven't been scoffing me for the toothbrushes,- I wouldn't have blown away from the house to meet that horse.
Kira only closed her eyes again and sighed with the whimper:
-Can I please not to go anywhere?..- she stretched in the crying intonation as if a child, who was trying to get a toy, who its parent rejected it to have.
-Nah.- Paul took the other bite, chewing quickly and swallowing,- You go first. Will sleep in the car for a bit.
-Behind the wheel??- Kira cocked the head, seeing how Paul even stopped to chew.
-Oh, I've forgot...- he said and heard the assuring in own correctness humming from the sister,- After the show then will sleep.
Kira raised her head and looked at the coffee, then trying to sit straight as she looked at brother, at the plate and frowned:
-What time is it now?- she asked as if wanted to make sure she was right.
Paul flipped with a tongue in the other sigh, as she placed the toast on the plate and got up, wiping his hands and coming for Kira from behind,- Come on, get up. We have two hours more, so go take some rest and I'll take care of horses.- he said, trying to lift her, Stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up!- he said quickly, having her unwillingly moving up and helping her to get up,- Kira...- he stretched slightly reproachfully.
-No, wait...- Kira turned, slightly stumbling,- I can't leave you deal here by yourself.- she said, blinking slowly a few times.- I'm sure, coffee will help.- she waved off her hand.
Paul put hands on hips and ran a tongue in the mouth:
-Which you didn't ever touch.- he said, looking at her,- No, you will go and try to sleep.- he said, watching as she shook the head, watching as she tried to make her way by his side but he quickly lifted her on the hands and the same way quickly as if captivated, brought her on her bed and bowed.
-Nu-u-u, Paul...- Kira tried to reject as he did put her down and she took a seat.
-Come on.- he nodded, grabbing the blanket,- I'll deal by myself.
-I...
-Sleep!- Paul made a gesture towards her with both hands as if hypnotized her and she fell back with a sigh on the pillow.
-But I won't sleep either way...- Kira mumbled, cuddling in the blanket.
-Mm-mh...- tucking her in, Paul replied, then straightening himself,- I'll wake you. Sleep.- he muttered, leaving the room.
Kira didn't hold her promise and soon her eyes were tight closer and the body relaxed at all.

Finally the action was happening. Around the place were seen people and horses, who had own business or training or being already ready to start the competition.
-I'll ride here for a bit.- Kira said, hoping on Svarog's back and looking down at the horse, who started to go back and then quickly stopped,- ALright, easy, boy...- he sighed and looked at Paul,- Call me when it will be your part.- she said and let Svarog leave the stables, going to the other place, out the main arena where all the action was going.
Paul crossed his hands over his chest and watched how she was riding Svarog back and forth, time to time changing the rhythm and as her lips were moving, was visible, that she was even speaking to him. Yup, Kira knew how to do so. And as soon as he said this in his head, suddenly something hit him with the realising, that he is next in the queue. Without thinking too long, Paul quickly rushed back to where Varta stood. She already was looking for him and when he approached, started to bobble her head and digging the ground with the hoof.
-Easy, easy.- Paul chuckled as spoke so in German, taking her muzzle in both hands and rubbing it quickly,- Missed you as well. How to forget about you, my darkest star?- he said, leaning over and rubbing the sides of the long muzzle,- Keep calm, soon it will be your turn to start.- he muttered, taking in the hands her reins and opening the door for her to lead on,- You won't let me down, Varta?- he asked, looking then at her as freshened her ammunition, checking it again and Varta bowed the head to his shoulder and ran her lips on it with a few huffs,- Varta, Varta! Enough, you'll spoil the suit!- Paul grabbed some kind of rug there and quickly wiped the saliva from his shoulder with some remains of straw,- Varta...- he stretched reproachfully,- Do you want me to be laughed by another horses and equestrians around?- he asked, snapping a look at her and pretending to be pouted as turned towards the exit the head, never looking at her; Varta stood for a few moments, slightly swaying her tail and then bowed the head down and with the muzzle pushed Paul slightly to the side as if cheering him up,- Oh, you.- Paul chuckled, turning back and patting the horse's neck,- Alright.- he said in the huff and nodded up, looking in the wise eyes of the animal.
Hearing what happens in the arena, Kira rode back and close to the brother. Paul looked up at her, while Svarog chewed a few times the metal part of the ammunition:
-Good luck.- she placed a hand on his knee and she leaned up to hug him,- Come on.- she added in and patted Paul looked up at her, while Svarog chewed a few times the metal part of the ammunition:
-Oky, good luck.- he placed a hand on her knee and she bowed down and hug him,- Come on.- he added in and patter Svarog's neck,- Don't let me down, buddy.- he said, escorting Kira with the look.
-Thank you!- Kira called back and looked ahead: her shoulders were straightened up and the head was as high as Svarog held it.
Both of them came out and looked around the arena where they had to be shown what they can. Svarog let out a snort and stumbled on the place, slightly digging the ground with his hoof as if was saying:
-"Finally some action. What we are waiting for, let the show begin."
Kira slightly bowed to him and patted his neck:
-Please, don't let me down, Svarog... we made a too-long way to lose it...- she whispered to the horse's ear and straightened herself up again. Varta's neck,- Don't let me down, my girl.- she said, watching Paul,- You know what to do and don't be afraid. Relax. You did it a lot of times.- she saw as Paul nodded a few times.
-Thank you.- Paul huffed and looked ahead: his shoulders were straightened up and the head was as high as Varta held it,- Good luck and to you. Meet you there, sis.- he looked towards and winked at her, making Kira smile with a nod.

Paul had to climb Varta and lead her towards the place, while he waited. Watching the sister on the distance as she was leaving the arena, Paul huffed, seeing her cheering nod and nodding in the reply to her as well. Varta bowed her head and chewed the metal part of the reins. Finally, there was a signal, saying that Paul my start and Paul urged slightly Varta to move the same corridor as did Kira before. A bit riding around to see how the obstacles were put there and hearing on his way as the commenter was hollering out the information about the horse and the rider, Paul finally saw the signal to start.
Varta was urged forwards to the first obstacle. Knowing well how Varta may count wrongly the time when to jump, Paul watched carefully and soon he didn't even notice how already tree of the obstacles were already behind. The hardest waited forward. With each sharp lift in the air, Paul could feel how tense he was that even wondered if to the end of the round his nose will bleed or not. The horror of high how wouldn't he be trained still was present and now he sharply felt it when realised, that Varta was running, snapping her head to the sides a bit sharply. She as well was tense and as well felt this worry, what both her and the rider were weathering.
During their way and before the first leap Varta occasionally stumbled and both flew over the obstacle too low, still not touching a pole. This made the rider to growl at himself in mind:
-"Are you going crazy?! You can't lose, you just can't! You made too long way, you can't now! Man up, you wuss!"- he even clenched his teeth as he let out the quick sigh and was fully concentrated on Varta, trying to subconsciously handle every her move and remember what Kira taught him.
The last one and the hooves finally touched the ground. The audience let out the cheering sounds. Paul as if woke. He looked around and realised that all the way he as if programmed, not even thinking of the next obstacle, was leading Varta to the next obstacle and other, while the final one way reached and already behind.
-Varta! You know what did we do just now??- he patted the horse's neck with the huge grin, while Varta was calming her breath after the event and rattling slightly, letting her foamed saliva drop from the mouth.

When they went off the arena, Kira waited there already. Paul hopped down from the horse, still being happy about his part in the show:
-Have you seen? She like... and me...- he turned back towards the arena, while Kira held Varta on the reins and spoke to her in Ukrainian,- And then there was... she stumbled and almost hit it! You realise??- he looked at Kira, rambling as if excited child, who thought that seen a unicorn,- She did just something amazing! She stumbled, but...- he looked at the horse and suddenly hugged its head,- Varta I just love you!
Kira only laughed, shaking the head at the brother:
-No, Paul, you're something.- she said, watching how happy he was,- So what? Happy?- she asked, shaking the head again at him.
Paul held his breath and made big hands:
-I'm glad like this!- he laughed, shaking he head as well,- It was...- he put hands on hips and shook the head, looking at Varta again,- I owe...- he treated her with a finger,- I owe you a bucket of carrot and apples.
Kira looked at Varta, who stretched her muzzle towards Paul as if was asking where the apples and hugged Paul:
-My best pupil, my congratulations.- she smiled at him and both turned their heads to the arena, watching the other horse following the track,- So, what, will watch and then right home?- she asked, looking at Paul and noticing as he nodded a few times, still smiling and she again shook the head and chuckled at him.

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Description

HARPG Toronto Masters Event
Rider: Paul James Jägermann

Age: 25 y.o.

Stable: n/a

Country: Ukraine

Experience: ---(mistaken here)

Horse: Varta

Age: 4 y.o.

Breed: Ukrainian riding

Experience: n/a
Class: CSI 2* Prestige League
______________

Information about the rider: Paul James Jägerman, 25, born in Ukraine, but grown less than a year in England, becoming an orphan and then being adopted by German family... Pretty much a lot to tell, right? But we won't be deepening into such nuances. About everything in certain from his life we can ask personally him: this guy won't hesitate to tell you something that you would ever like to know, but with a charming smile still politely will let you know, that some topics he rather prefer to not to touch. Life is a mill time to time, being able to grate even the strongest grain, not leaving a choice. Same does time, healing and milling over those hard grains or making them softer, more bearable. Being always interested in own roots, Paul couldn't even imagine that one day will meet his sister, whoever thought, in the streets of London, who after all "gave him a new life", coaxing him to move in Ukraine. Life becomes easier if you know, that somebody can support and give advice. It also becomes busier when you have somebody to care about when this care turns into a life-long mission, but after all, those are enjoyable worries as then the care returns to himself.
Watching how his sister deals first with the dogs from her kennel and then how she manages to ride horses, Paul couldn't wait but to try. Tried and stuck in the saddle as well. How many times had he fall down from the saddle, barely breaking himself something, receiving bruises, ut then stubbornly returning back and trying again, trying to understand, fix and learn his mistakes. Nobody said life is simple and he knows it pretty well, trying again and again. Being very new at the equine horse, this man can without shame brag about his own achievements with his deeply loved pets.
Parents and/or notable ancestors of the horse: Varta's parents were as well horses, which were giving such performances as she at the shows. Pretty much the information about them was pretty unknown because the different regions are pretty far away from Varta's living location.
Breeder of the horse: Breeder of the horse is a pretty good Kira's friend and one of her teachers in the equine sport. Craving for more knowledge, Kira didn't think much if she had an opportunity to visit other places only to meet the teachers and get some valuable experience from them. That's why she has a lot of people he knows. who even bred or worked with horses.
Anything interesting about your pair: Varta and Paul is a separate story to tell. Varta never hesitates to "kiss" Paul and shamelessly demands his attention. If she smells something in his pocket, she will do her best, almost twirling around how to show how gorgeous is she to receive the treat. She is a gentle girl and Paul knows it very well, always being in the same state of the consciousness with the arduous mare.
Which obstacle would they have most trouble with: If Varta listens pretty well to the rider, she will know when she has to jump unless she hits the obstacle. Every obstacle for her can end up lying on the floor unless the rider count right hen she has to push herself from the ground for the leap.
How do horse and rider work together: Simply the horse knows well what to do and how to jump, the rider does so as well if there was not a tiny nuance. For Paul's unfortunate, he has got a horror of the high and bears the quick snapping up always really hard. Pretty much he swallows the almost panic attack and holds himself unflappable, but the worries are being added when and Varta feels so. But after all, he tried to calm to pounding heart as quick as he can by the thought and breathing, while in the saddle dealt with Varta, who doesn't make anything without thinking, which helps as well for Paul's confidence. As if feeling that he trusts her, Varta tries her best to, after all, receive her treat.
Anything special about the horses or riders jumping style: Varta got a pretty light body and has no troubles with jumping unless one thing which made her hit the obstacles not once back home during the training. She starts the jump very close to the obstacle and simply has no time to develop her height. But gradually after more training, she started to listen to the rider and do everything that is necessary.

_____

Story: (each story will be the continuation of the previous story since they were going one by one and... pretty much, it's turning out more interesting when there's a plot, right. The previous part: Mission impossible: catching the fugitive )

The morning was started from the brewed strong coffee with Paul's words:
-Come on, have some time until everything starts.- he muttered in Ukrainian, taking a seat at the table with a sigh stretching the hand to his cup.
Kira looked at the brother and sighed deeply:
-What time is it now?- she replied, trying to raise the head.
He looked at her with the sigh in reply:
-You've asked already.
-No...- Kira rejected.
-Tree times...- Paul swallowed, watching her,- It's eleven.- he stated, taking the warm toasts from the plate.
Both siblings were gifted with the dream only at the time of 4 or earlier when the sun still wasn't showing up from the horizon and outside everything was lightened with the artificial lights darkness. The story what happened yesterday with the helping out to catch the horse exhausted them at all and now both were trying to wake quicker, using such doping as coffee.
Kira looked into her cup and realised, that she didn't really hear what her brother said. She looked up at him, still thinking of the happened yesterday and sighed, making a guilty face:
-Paul...- she stretched.
-Ja.- he replied this time in German, taking a bite of the toast.
Kira sighed, lying on the table on her arm:
-You will hate me, but what time is it now?- she asked, looking quietly at him after.
Paul raised both eyebrows and took some breath, holding it, while watched her and then exhaled:
-Unbelievably early, it's eleven.- he joked, watching her closing the eyes on her arm,- He-ey, no, don't you dare to sleep. It was your guilt only.- he joked, taking the other bite and pushing the plate closer to her,- C'mon, it's time to start breakfast.- he said slightly reproachfully.
Kira only frowned slightly:
-My guilt?- she asked in the mumble, not willing to lift herself from the hand.
Paul rolled his eyes with the shake of the head:
-I see the humour still didn't wake in you.- he said, looking back at her and seeing her condition,- Oh...- he stretched,- Got up up, but forgot to wake.- he chuckled, watching her face,- If you haven't been scoffing me for the toothbrushes,- I wouldn't have blown away from the house to meet that horse.
Kira only closed her eyes again and sighed with the whimper:
-Can I please not to go anywhere?..- she stretched in the crying intonation as if a child, who was trying to get a toy, who its parent rejected it to have.
-Nah.- Paul took the other bite, chewing quickly and swallowing,- You go first. Will sleep in the car for a bit.
-Behind the wheel??- Kira cocked the head, seeing how Paul even stopped to chew.
-Oh, I've forgot...- he said and heard the assuring in own correctness humming from the sister,- After the show then will sleep.
Kira raised her head and looked at the coffee, then trying to sit straight as she looked at brother, at the plate and frowned:
-What time is it now?- she asked as if wanted to make sure she was right.
Paul flipped with a tongue in the other sigh, as she placed the toast on the plate and got up, wiping his hands and coming for Kira from behind,- Come on, get up. We have two hours more, so go take some rest and I'll take care of horses.- he said, trying to lift her, Stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up!- he said quickly, having her unwillingly moving up and helping her to get up,- Kira...- he stretched slightly reproachfully.
-No, wait...- Kira turned, slightly stumbling,- I can't leave you deal here by yourself.- she said, blinking slowly a few times.- I'm sure, coffee will help.- she waved off her hand.
Paul put hands on hips and ran a tongue in the mouth:
-Which you didn't ever touch.- he said, looking at her,- No, you will go and try to sleep.- he said, watching as she shook the head, watching as she tried to make her way by his side but he quickly lifted her on the hands and the same way quickly as if captivated, brought her on her bed and bowed.
-Nu-u-u, Paul...- Kira tried to reject as he did put her down and she took a seat.
-Come on.- he nodded, grabbing the blanket,- I'll deal by myself.
-I...
-Sleep!- Paul made a gesture towards her with both hands as if hypnotized her and she fell back with a sigh on the pillow.
-But I won't sleep either way...- Kira mumbled, cuddling in the blanket.
-Mm-mh...- tucking her in, Paul replied, then straightening himself,- I'll wake you. Sleep.- he muttered, leaving the room.
Kira didn't hold her promise and soon her eyes were tight closer and the body relaxed at all.

Finally the action was happening. Around the place were seen people and horses, who had own business or training or being already ready to start the competition.
-I'll ride here for a bit.- Kira said, hoping on Svarog's back and looking down at the horse, who started to go back and then quickly stopped,- ALright, easy, boy...- he sighed and looked at Paul,- Call me when it will be your part.- she said and let Svarog leave the stables, going to the other place, out the main arena where all the action was going.
Paul crossed his hands over his chest and watched how she was riding Svarog back and forth, time to time changing the rhythm and as her lips were moving, was visible, that she was even speaking to him. Yup, Kira knew how to do so. And as soon as he said this in his head, suddenly something hit him with the realising, that he is next in the queue. Without thinking too long, Paul quickly rushed back to where Varta stood. She already was looking for him and when he approached, started to bobble her head and digging the ground with the hoof.
-Easy, easy.- Paul chuckled as spoke so in German, taking her muzzle in both hands and rubbing it quickly,- Missed you as well. How to forget about you, my darkest star?- he said, leaning over and rubbing the sides of the long muzzle,- Keep calm, soon it will be your turn to start.- he muttered, taking in the hands her reins and opening the door for her to lead on,- You won't let me down, Varta?- he asked, looking then at her as freshened her ammunition, checking it again and Varta bowed the head to his shoulder and ran her lips on it with a few huffs,- Varta, Varta! Enough, you'll spoil the suit!- Paul grabbed some kind of rug there and quickly wiped the saliva from his shoulder with some remains of straw,- Varta...- he stretched reproachfully,- Do you want me to be laughed by another horses and equestrians around?- he asked, snapping a look at her and pretending to be pouted as turned towards the exit the head, never looking at her; Varta stood for a few moments, slightly swaying her tail and then bowed the head down and with the muzzle pushed Paul slightly to the side as if cheering him up,- Oh, you.- Paul chuckled, turning back and patting the horse's neck,- Alright.- he said in the huff and nodded up, looking in the wise eyes of the animal.
Hearing what happens in the arena, Kira rode back and close to the brother. Paul looked up at her, while Svarog chewed a few times the metal part of the ammunition:
-Good luck.- she placed a hand on his knee and she leaned up to hug him,- Come on.- she added in and patted Paul looked up at her, while Svarog chewed a few times the metal part of the ammunition:
-Oky, good luck.- he placed a hand on her knee and she bowed down and hug him,- Come on.- he added in and patter Svarog's neck,- Don't let me down, buddy.- he said, escorting Kira with the look.
-Thank you!- Kira called back and looked ahead: her shoulders were straightened up and the head was as high as Svarog held it.
Both of them came out and looked around the arena where they had to be shown what they can. Svarog let out a snort and stumbled on the place, slightly digging the ground with his hoof as if was saying:
-"Finally some action. What we are waiting for, let the show begin."
Kira slightly bowed to him and patted his neck:
-Please, don't let me down, Svarog... we made a too-long way to lose it...- she whispered to the horse's ear and straightened herself up again. Varta's neck,- Don't let me down, my girl.- she said, watching Paul,- You know what to do and don't be afraid. Relax. You did it a lot of times.- she saw as Paul nodded a few times.
-Thank you.- Paul huffed and looked ahead: his shoulders were straightened up and the head was as high as Varta held it,- Good luck and to you. Meet you there, sis.- he looked towards and winked at her, making Kira smile with a nod.

Paul had to climb Varta and lead her towards the place, while he waited. Watching the sister on the distance as she was leaving the arena, Paul huffed, seeing her cheering nod and nodding in the reply to her as well. Varta bowed her head and chewed the metal part of the reins. Finally, there was a signal, saying that Paul my start and Paul urged slightly Varta to move the same corridor as did Kira before. A bit riding around to see how the obstacles were put there and hearing on his way as the commenter was hollering out the information about the horse and the rider, Paul finally saw the signal to start.
Varta was urged forwards to the first obstacle. Knowing well how Varta may count wrongly the time when to jump, Paul watched carefully and soon he didn't even notice how already tree of the obstacles were already behind. The hardest waited forward. With each sharp lift in the air, Paul could feel how tense he was that even wondered if to the end of the round his nose will bleed or not. The horror of high how wouldn't he be trained still was present and now he sharply felt it when realised, that Varta was running, snapping her head to the sides a bit sharply. She as well was tense and as well felt this worry, what both her and the rider were weathering.
During their way and before the first leap Varta occasionally stumbled and both flew over the obstacle too low, still not touching a pole. This made the rider to growl at himself in mind:
-"Are you going crazy?! You can't lose, you just can't! You made too long way, you can't now! Man up, you wuss!"- he even clenched his teeth as he let out the quick sigh and was fully concentrated on Varta, trying to subconsciously handle every her move and remember what Kira taught him.
The last one and the hooves finally touched the ground. The audience let out the cheering sounds. Paul as if woke. He looked around and realised that all the way he as if programmed, not even thinking of the next obstacle, was leading Varta to the next obstacle and other, while the final one way reached and already behind.
-Varta! You know what did we do just now??- he patted the horse's neck with the huge grin, while Varta was calming her breath after the event and rattling slightly, letting her foamed saliva drop from the mouth.

When they went off the arena, Kira waited there already. Paul hopped down from the horse, still being happy about his part in the show:
-Have you seen? She like... and me...- he turned back towards the arena, while Kira held Varta on the reins and spoke to her in Ukrainian,- And then there was... she stumbled and almost hit it! You realise??- he looked at Kira, rambling as if excited child, who thought that seen a unicorn,- She did just something amazing! She stumbled, but...- he looked at the horse and suddenly hugged its head,- Varta I just love you!
Kira only laughed, shaking the head at the brother:
-No, Paul, you're something.- she said, watching how happy he was,- So what? Happy?- she asked, shaking the head again at him.
Paul held his breath and made big hands:
-I'm glad like this!- he laughed, shaking he head as well,- It was...- he put hands on hips and shook the head, looking at Varta again,- I owe...- he treated her with a finger,- I owe you a bucket of carrot and apples.
Kira looked at Varta, who stretched her muzzle towards Paul as if was asking where the apples and hugged Paul:
-My best pupil, my congratulations.- she smiled at him and both turned their heads to the arena, watching the other horse following the track,- So, what, will watch and then right home?- she asked, looking at Paul and noticing as he nodded a few times, still smiling and she again shook the head and chuckled at him.

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