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Waddup fellas, its ya boi. God knows how long it has been since I've actually actively participated in HARPG, but the olympics got me hyped up so here we are! A cheeky little bit of dressage where I crack out my boys again for the first time in a very very long time. I hope y'all like it, and it's nice to be back!

-Show: www.deviantart.com/helsinge/jo…
-Horse name and reference: 989 WRR Shifty Business
-Class: Midnight Sun Dressage Grand Prix
-Stable: Western RidgeRunner
-Extra image: N/A
-Placing: 1st
-Extra Details: N/A
-Story:

How time flew, it seemed to Tristan that it had been but a few days since he was at Xaviera Forbes, yet here he was now, once more performing in the Dressage for Western RidgeRunner... it seemed that this was something he should become more used to. He found that he had no real plans to expand beyond RidgeRunner... it was a nice stables after all, even he had to recognize that. His new boss, Jenny, also seemed to have a stable head on her shoulders and in these times that was something he had definitely come to appreciate.

Turmoil was something that Tristan had become quite accustomed to in these times... first over his ex, now over Jarin whom he had not seen in quite some time and more often than not tended to receive illegible text messages from, filled with some kind of ungodly slang that Tristan was way too old to understand. He had had quite the time at RidgeRunner, particularly with regard to the aforementioned Jarin, and he would not be lying if he did not feel a great deal of regret regarding the situation he found himself in... not necessarily regarding what had happened, but more that he had had little opportunity to check that Jarin was alright before he had been flown off to some camp or other by Jenny. Granted, the conversations he had had with Dave at the Bathyal Celebration had been helpful... they had helped to put his mind at ease, just a little, for a little while...

Still, it would not do to dwell on all of his worries, he spent enough time contemplating those in the early hours of the morning where he could not find rest. Now was one of those few moments of solace that he could enjoy. Work was one of the few things that he could truly bury his mind into, and at this celebration, there was plenty of joy and alcohol around him to bring out the merriment from the Scotsman.

Shifty was fit and on his best behaviour when it came to the day, he was champing at the bit and ready to go as they warmed up within the arena, watching as the sun lazily slid down the horizon to form oranges, yellows and purples which arched across the sky... a beautiful evening for dressage, certainly. Tristan hoped this would be a memorable performance...

Credits:
Tristan, Shifty, Art, Story - Saoradh
Dave, Jarin - Drasayer

Description
Waddup fellas, its ya boi. God knows how long it has been since I've actually actively participated in HARPG, but the olympics got me hyped up so here we are! A cheeky little bit of dressage where I crack out my boys again for the first time in a very very long time. I hope y'all like it, and it's nice to be back!

-Show: www.deviantart.com/helsinge/jo…
-Horse name and reference: 989 WRR Shifty Business
-Class: Midnight Sun Dressage Grand Prix
-Stable: Western RidgeRunner
-Extra image: N/A
-Placing: 1st
-Extra Details: N/A
-Story:

How time flew, it seemed to Tristan that it had been but a few days since he was at Xaviera Forbes, yet here he was now, once more performing in the Dressage for Western RidgeRunner... it seemed that this was something he should become more used to. He found that he had no real plans to expand beyond RidgeRunner... it was a nice stables after all, even he had to recognize that. His new boss, Jenny, also seemed to have a stable head on her shoulders and in these times that was something he had definitely come to appreciate.

Turmoil was something that Tristan had become quite accustomed to in these times... first over his ex, now over Jarin whom he had not seen in quite some time and more often than not tended to receive illegible text messages from, filled with some kind of ungodly slang that Tristan was way too old to understand. He had had quite the time at RidgeRunner, particularly with regard to the aforementioned Jarin, and he would not be lying if he did not feel a great deal of regret regarding the situation he found himself in... not necessarily regarding what had happened, but more that he had had little opportunity to check that Jarin was alright before he had been flown off to some camp or other by Jenny. Granted, the conversations he had had with Dave at the Bathyal Celebration had been helpful... they had helped to put his mind at ease, just a little, for a little while...

Still, it would not do to dwell on all of his worries, he spent enough time contemplating those in the early hours of the morning where he could not find rest. Now was one of those few moments of solace that he could enjoy. Work was one of the few things that he could truly bury his mind into, and at this celebration, there was plenty of joy and alcohol around him to bring out the merriment from the Scotsman.

Shifty was fit and on his best behaviour when it came to the day, he was champing at the bit and ready to go as they warmed up within the arena, watching as the sun lazily slid down the horizon to form oranges, yellows and purples which arched across the sky... a beautiful evening for dressage, certainly. Tristan hoped this would be a memorable performance...

Credits:
Tristan, Shifty, Art, Story - Saoradh
Dave, Jarin - Drasayer