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First Place!!!

Show: Bi-Monthly Hunter Show 2
Horse: Hollowbrooke's Winter Warrio r
Rider: Brielle O'Connor
Rider Age: 17
Class Depicted: Hunter in hand
Last Effort based show entry: One Last Flight
Extra(s): She's a Lady
Story
The sun was high and warming everything under it. The familiar home arena and grounds were buzzing with people. Home shows were the best. Small and on your own turf. Just how Brielle liked it.
“So let me get this straight. You go in. You trot a few steps, and you stand. That is it.” Lucas said flatly with a quirked eyebrow. “Tell me what the point of this class is again. Why does this exist? Why is this a thing?”
Liz rolled her eyes and shook her head in disappointment. “It is a conformation class, you dingus. Not everything has to be galloping fast at big jumps. Good grief. Did you not bother to do any research on this stuff?”
Brielle led Winnie up to the pair, the horse gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. “So, fun fast. Turns out she is infatuated with that pony, the chestnut over there. All she wants to do is scream at it and stare at it.”
The ginger haired girl shot a disapproving look to her hunter trainer when she began to giggle like a little schoolgirl. “That is the funniest thing I have ever heard. She has seen ponies before. Why is she doing it?”
Maybe she is in loooove with it,” Brielle cracked a grin as Winnie craned her neck to look at the pony behind them. “See? She will not let that creature out of her sight. Stop that!” she cried as Winnie nickered to the short horse.
Lucas smiled and turned to look at the animal Winnie seemed to be so interested in. “That would be such a weird love story. They would make a cute baby, though.”
    “Not helping, idiot.”
    Lucas shrugged and laughed as Liz playfully punched him in the arm.
    “Can you guys flirt some other time? How am I going to get her through the in hand stuff if she will not focus on anything other than that chestnut pony?” Brielle waved her hand in front of Winnie’s face, trying to distract her view. The young Hanovarian just flat out ignored her, her brown eyes glued to the pony.
“Is the pony in your class?” Liz asked, tilting her head to the side as she studied the scene before her. “This may be a problem. Well, just go in and do your best, I guess. I have no idea.”
Brielle sighed and crossed her arms. These two were helpless.

Liz belongs to chateaudecanion
Winnie, Brielle, and Lucas belong to me

word count: 404

Description
First Place!!!

Show: Bi-Monthly Hunter Show 2
Horse: Hollowbrooke's Winter Warrio r
Rider: Brielle O'Connor
Rider Age: 17
Class Depicted: Hunter in hand
Last Effort based show entry: One Last Flight
Extra(s): She's a Lady
Story
The sun was high and warming everything under it. The familiar home arena and grounds were buzzing with people. Home shows were the best. Small and on your own turf. Just how Brielle liked it.
“So let me get this straight. You go in. You trot a few steps, and you stand. That is it.” Lucas said flatly with a quirked eyebrow. “Tell me what the point of this class is again. Why does this exist? Why is this a thing?”
Liz rolled her eyes and shook her head in disappointment. “It is a conformation class, you dingus. Not everything has to be galloping fast at big jumps. Good grief. Did you not bother to do any research on this stuff?”
Brielle led Winnie up to the pair, the horse gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. “So, fun fast. Turns out she is infatuated with that pony, the chestnut over there. All she wants to do is scream at it and stare at it.”
The ginger haired girl shot a disapproving look to her hunter trainer when she began to giggle like a little schoolgirl. “That is the funniest thing I have ever heard. She has seen ponies before. Why is she doing it?”
Maybe she is in loooove with it,” Brielle cracked a grin as Winnie craned her neck to look at the pony behind them. “See? She will not let that creature out of her sight. Stop that!” she cried as Winnie nickered to the short horse.
Lucas smiled and turned to look at the animal Winnie seemed to be so interested in. “That would be such a weird love story. They would make a cute baby, though.”
    “Not helping, idiot.”
    Lucas shrugged and laughed as Liz playfully punched him in the arm.
    “Can you guys flirt some other time? How am I going to get her through the in hand stuff if she will not focus on anything other than that chestnut pony?” Brielle waved her hand in front of Winnie’s face, trying to distract her view. The young Hanovarian just flat out ignored her, her brown eyes glued to the pony.
“Is the pony in your class?” Liz asked, tilting her head to the side as she studied the scene before her. “This may be a problem. Well, just go in and do your best, I guess. I have no idea.”
Brielle sighed and crossed her arms. These two were helpless.

Liz belongs to chateaudecanion
Winnie, Brielle, and Lucas belong to me

word count: 404