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2014 Easter Extravaganza
Caraphernelia Park's Absolem | 5 years
Ridden by Kiralee Grundy, representing Caraphernelia Park
Entered in the Three Day Event
Easter was upon them, and what better way to spend it than competing through it? The sun shone down warmly and reflected off Kira’s beautiful show jacket. Being an Easter event, the competitors were not restricted by the usual plain black tradition attire requirement, so Kiralee saw it as the perfect opportunity to pull out one of her most prized possessions; a beautifully embellished, but otherwise black jacket. She would wear it in the Show Jumping and the Dressage phase of the event, but already it was making her feel much more confident.
With two hot cups of coffee, she made her way back to the trailer from the food stand, making a note of polishing her boots again, since they were still mildly scuffed from where Absolem had stood on them when he broke her foot. If they didn’t come clean, she was simply going to have to purchase a new pair. With money she currently did not have.
When she got back, she found her horse already groomed and hair braided. She looked at him, puzzled, not remembering already have done that. Startled, she jumped slightly at the sound of Damone’s voice. She continued to forget he was her new babysitter, as she decided to call him.
“I had nothing to do, so I figured I’d give you a head start on the preparation-is that for me!?” He trailed off, wide eyed as he spotted the fact that Kira was carrying not just one, but two coffees. “And I thought you had no soul.” He said, grinning slyly.
Kira handed over his cup reluctantly. “I do so have a soul. Just not around you.”
Damone smiled as he sipped at his hot beverage. He made his way over to the trailer steps and took a seat, looking over their surroundings in a lazy manner before winking at her. “That’s fine with me, sweet cheeks.”
Taken aback by his words, Kira stood for a moment trying to think of something to say, but thought the better of it. She set her cup down next to him and rummaged through the tack compartment of the trailer, pulling out three satin saddle blankets; orange, blue and green, all in pastel shades. She set the on Absolem’s back one by one and stood back from each, making sure the colours suited the black stallion; which of course, they did.
“Girls.” Damone chuckled softly under his breath as he watched Kira as she tested all three colours, before he spoke up menacingly, “The real question is; which colour for which phase!?”
Kira whirled around to look at him, then to the pads, to Absolem, back to the pads, then to Damone again. “……..I don’t know!” she said, a frown upon her face. His question had given him the reaction he sought, and Damone finished his coffee in quiet laughter. ‘Oh the first world problems of being a girl’ he thought to himself.
None the less, he would be there to help her through her tough decisions, as well as everything else over the next couple of days. Damone honestly didn’t mind her company, not that he would ever admit it, and he couldn’t wait to get in the saddle himself soon. Perhaps Kira would allow him to bring his own horse along to their next event. He picked up her coffee and sipped away, knowing that it would cause havoc to break loose. But it wasn’t like she’d be able to catch him anyway, so for the time being, he was safe. He looked at the small girl hauling her saddle up onto the green saddle pad already on her horse, and knew that they would do well, even despite the fact that she had a broken foot. The two had admittedly surprised him, especially with the lack of experience Absolem had.
Easter this year sure was going to be a blast.
Artist’s Comments:
Just a quick, minimal effort competition entry for Absolem. x3 My butt of a horse decided that instead of barrel racing, we were going to practice saddle bronc yesterday, and so he bucked and bolted a whole 100m straight to the fence. I knew he wasn't going to stop so I pulled him around quickly just before it, and lost my balance. I was flung off the side and smashed right into a concrete/cement water trough. No helmet, no protective gear. Smashed my head, my back and my temple. Tore my right calf muscle off the bone. .__.
So you will be seeing a little bit of art from me in the near future while I hop around on crutches!
Artwork © Vyyxen
Characters © Vyyxen