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main entry: sad is the new happy

shameless pun and play on Oliver's name because I can.

wc. 390

Bea lead Oliver around the grounds at Pemberley Park, they'd finished their training for the day, having just settled in for the show. The travel had been light, Bea had traveled to Fox Harbor Farms about thirty minutes away several weeks earlier.

They'd spent the time training with Cecily Jones and Oliver's infamous sire, Leche. It had been interesting to watch the two stallions meet each other for the first time, the similarities were striking. Bea wasn't sure she'd ever seen two dorks in the same place for so long. The two meshed well, and even Missy got off on a strong hoof, it'd been nice to train with a friend, Bea had grown closer with Cecily, and of course, spending time hanging out with Harley and the rest of the gang was equally as exciting.

The sky was dark and gloomy, hinting at what the rest of the show would look like. Oliver didn't mind too much, he seemed happy to plod along the paths at Bea's side, pausing to sniff and grab a chunk of grass every few steps. They ambled along, Bea running over the events in her head. She could replay them almost perfectly, there had been a lot of yelling and a lot of fighting. Harley and Cecily both tried their hardest to keep her cheery, but it did little to replace the sinking feeling in her gut and what felt like a gaping hole in her chest.

The pair took pause, Bea taking the moment to collect herself, opening her eyes to see Oliver standing there expectantly. She smiled a genuine grin and wrapped her arms around his painted neck. They stood for a moment, Bea feeling her stallion heave a sigh of relief and exhaling out gently. It was soothing and she did the same, feeling herself recenter and her mind clear. The horses made everything better, anyone who denied it was insane. She felt a pang in her chest, she missed Steel.

No. she didn't have time to mope around. The adorable painted stallion standing in front of her was the only thing that mattered right now. One final show and they'd have their HCL qualifications. This was it. Bea took a final breath, tomorrow they'd ride. All they could do was try their best, the rest was out of their hands.

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PREVIOUS • NEXT

extra image for Pemberley Park Event II
main entry: sad is the new happy

shameless pun and play on Oliver's name because I can.

wc. 390

Bea lead Oliver around the grounds at Pemberley Park, they'd finished their training for the day, having just settled in for the show. The travel had been light, Bea had traveled to Fox Harbor Farms about thirty minutes away several weeks earlier.

They'd spent the time training with Cecily Jones and Oliver's infamous sire, Leche. It had been interesting to watch the two stallions meet each other for the first time, the similarities were striking. Bea wasn't sure she'd ever seen two dorks in the same place for so long. The two meshed well, and even Missy got off on a strong hoof, it'd been nice to train with a friend, Bea had grown closer with Cecily, and of course, spending time hanging out with Harley and the rest of the gang was equally as exciting.

The sky was dark and gloomy, hinting at what the rest of the show would look like. Oliver didn't mind too much, he seemed happy to plod along the paths at Bea's side, pausing to sniff and grab a chunk of grass every few steps. They ambled along, Bea running over the events in her head. She could replay them almost perfectly, there had been a lot of yelling and a lot of fighting. Harley and Cecily both tried their hardest to keep her cheery, but it did little to replace the sinking feeling in her gut and what felt like a gaping hole in her chest.

The pair took pause, Bea taking the moment to collect herself, opening her eyes to see Oliver standing there expectantly. She smiled a genuine grin and wrapped her arms around his painted neck. They stood for a moment, Bea feeling her stallion heave a sigh of relief and exhaling out gently. It was soothing and she did the same, feeling herself recenter and her mind clear. The horses made everything better, anyone who denied it was insane. She felt a pang in her chest, she missed Steel.

No. she didn't have time to mope around. The adorable painted stallion standing in front of her was the only thing that mattered right now. One final show and they'd have their HCL qualifications. This was it. Bea took a final breath, tomorrow they'd ride. All they could do was try their best, the rest was out of their hands.