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Official RidgeRunner Stables storyline.

Featuring:
Jarin Jackson on 1884 WRR Enolaba S'lletsak

Follows After:

Mature Content

(mature content)

(keep scrolling down, there's a summary way down there, no need to suffer for details <''3)

“Tristan !" Jarin was ecstatic to share the news! "Jennie hired me! I’m officially a rider for RidgeRunner! I get to compete for the stables and ride in all kinds of shows now! I can ride whoever I want that the stable owns! Isn’t that cool!? I can compete with you on the same team! And my earnings go towards the castle! Isn’t that exciting! I can help out with the castle too!” He felt so proud to be riding for the stable now! He felt like part of the team, rather than just the guy who keeps his horses there. He also felt it meant that Jennie didn’t hate him as much as he thought she did!
Tristan was momentarily stunned, his eyebrows raising in shock. “Wait, seriously?” What the hell was Jennie thinking? Taking Jarin on board? There was no part of his history at RidgeRunner that would have had Tristan baying to have him on the riding team… what the? “Uh. I mean, congratulations…” Tristan managed to get a smile onto his face, though there was definitely still some confusion evident. However, two glaring hickeys on Jarin’s neck changed the mood entirely. “That’s all well and good. But that didn’t take you all morning. Why were you running later than usual?”
“Well, actually, there was a lot of paperwork involved,” Jarin admitted. “So it did take a bit to get through.” Jarin could feel his neck start to itch and subconsciously lifted a hand to one part itch the scratch and one part to discreetly provide a wall as his cheeks flushed slightly.
“Oh, and w-well, since we're all working together to get the castle up and going, Jennie asked me to tell Sydney about the castle. So I went ahead and showed it to him. He thinks it's cool too!” Jarin smiled genuinely. “Uhm and I was hoping you’d have time to watch me ride my new horse…” Jarin’s words trailed off to nearly a whisper, becoming more aware of what he had said and what he was asking of him.
His heart started running already. Tristan was not satisfied with his answer. It was the kind of glare that he could feel digging around for more answers. Jarin managed to clear his throat before it closed up, “A-any further details on my whereabouts, I-I can’t discuss on RidgeRunner property!” He cleared his throat again, trying to keep it from cracking and shaking so much. “I-It’s not good business conduct. That’s what Jennie told me.” His heart was absolutely pounding at basically telling Tristan off in the most professional way he could. He couldn’t lose his job now! “P-please watch me ride,” he managed to squeak, coming out as straight-up begging.
Since when did Jarin start waffling on about business conduct? Tristan gave him a slightly sour look but gave a brief nod “I expect you to tell me about it later on, however. In detail.”

“Hi, Eno ,” Jarin called into the stall before entering. One small fact that Jarin may or may not have disclosed about his new, fancy, expensive horse was the simple fact that she was totally blind in both eyes. A fact he seemed to gloss over when he was shopping around until she had been paid for and she was being led off the trailer. Honestly, he didn’t really catch on until he was holding the lead rope and looking up at her eyes. He was too scared to ask as the trailer finally drove away. He simply waved a hand in front of her face and there was little reaction, only a snort and a flip of her ears. Oops.
But that aside, Jarin was confident she was still going to be awesome! Being blind wasn’t so bad! Maybe? Big talk from someone who had glasses that corrected his sight… He had a lot of ground to make up for if this horse stood any ground on impressing Tristan. And he had a lot to learn about this mare in a short amount of time if he didn't want to look as stupid as he felt. Starting with how she preferred to be lead with her muzzle on his shoulder and he better not let her brush against anything or she was quick to nip him in retaliation.
Jarin made sure she was looking immaculate by the time he filed into the arena, stopping to dust off her coat and readjust anything out of place. He wanted her to make an impression. Her black coat glistened like satin under the lights. Jarin had her hair neatly braided and tucked out of the way. He even quickly polished up the tack, hoping that might earn a few brownie points under the scrutinous stare from Tristan. He had never put so much care into presenting a horse outside of a show but he was dead serious to impress Tristan Ennerstone. This horse was not a $50,000 mistake.
“Tristan,” Jarin huffed out his chest, taking a wide stance. “This is Eno. She’s my new dressage horse and she’s awesome.” As much time as he spent on making her pretty… no time was spent on planning an introduction speech.
Tristan’s eyes narrowed as Jarin entered the arena, this $50,000 horse had caused plenty enough problems already, so she was already a relatively hard sell as far as he was concerned, as much as he might try to keep Jarin happy. He scanned across her conformation, eyebrows furrowed. Nothing seemed immediately wro- wait. “Jarin… please tell me you had a vet check done before you bought her…” His eyes bore into Jarin’s soul as he awaited a response he felt he already knew the answer to.
"Uhm…" Jarin didn't need to say more.
Tristan frowned, the ghost of a scowl echoing across his face before he remembered his manners. "It would be wise to get one done in case there is anything else wrong with her, Jarin. To put it bluntly, as I'm sure you would not want me to be any other way, this mare is going to be too advanced for you. But you have paid for her now, and I doubt you covered yourself with any kind of insurance in case her blindness was not listed on the ad, so go on, get aboard." He sighed, opening his mouth to continue before he paused, thinking better. Gesturing to the mare with a look of displeasure.
"She-...she's fiiiine," Jarin reassured him with the confidence of a wet fart. "I'll show you!" Jarin was far too giddy to just take it slow. Because she was still new to him, he did take some care of how he sat atop of her; sitting up straight, legs where they needed to be, looking ahead where they were going. A glance to his side and his heart fluttered, remembering he was out there to get an evaluation from Tristan! No more wasting time, he thought, bumping his heels onto her sides.
Eno wasn't wasting time either. She lifted up and into a hurried trot, stretching her legs before her like she was reaching out to feel where she was going. It made for a lively, floaty trot, covering the ground in large strides. It was a trot that covered so much ground, Jarin wasn't ready for it and had to pull her back down to a walk before they ran into the arena wall. But the miscommunication didn't stop there.
There was a piaffe, a nice looking one, an immediate halt and snort from Eno realizing there was a wall in front of her when the footing clattered against the boards. "We're fine!" Jarin called back to Tristan as he started to sweat over the predicament. Were they fine?? No, of course not. Because Jarin hadn't prepared for anything in the slightest. He struggled just to get her turned around. Jarin was in a full-body sweat now, feeling the eyes on the back of his skull. Which didn't help to remedy his situation. Instead of backing up, through how tense Jarin sat atop of her, she ended up bouncing off her front end into an impromptu levade.
Just as he had turned to share his giddy glee, he hardly contained a swear as Eno pirouetted around in the same direction Jarin had turned. "Oooohhhh," Jarin cooed, unable to conceal how blown away he was. For a short portion, it looked like they were figuring out how to talk to each other again. At least, Jarin had a better idea of getting her to turn off of his seat and not so much on the reins. After Eno turned so fast, Jarin had to scramble to stay aboard, he evidently cued her to fire off with both hind legs behind her. All he could think was that one would think spending $50k on a horse would come with a riding manual
He was honestly terrified to see what face Tristan might be pulling right now from their haphazard performance thus far. He had to get it together. Just as he felt his eyes started to betray him and drift over to Tristan, Jarin made the executive decision it was time to take that security blanket away. He pulled his glasses off and hung them on the collar of his shirt. There. They were both blind now!
The blind leading the blind.
It wasn't the first time he had done this. If anyone else were riding in the arena, he wouldn't dare to. But it did get him to focus on what he was doing. Less reaction to what happened and more planning on what needed to happen. If turning too sharp was the problem, possibly just leaning slightly and using his legs like he had been taught to do would produce the right result.
For a good five minutes or so, they looked calmed down and put together instead of rampaging about the arena and doing spontaneous circus acts. A collected trot here, a half pass there, a peppy flying lead change, a dodgy halt as he didn't quite have that smoothed out just yet.
And if anyone thought the circus was over, nope. He wasn't honestly trying to get another go at the levade. He was going to try halting again and make that better but he had too much pressure on the reins, not enough leg, and the bouncing on her front end started up again. "Ah, no, no," as much as Jarin would LOVE another go, that's not what he meant! He bumped his legs harder on her side and that sent her straight up! Up she reared, Jarin grabbing her mane and exclaiming loudly as she hopped! And hopped again! And again! Before dropping back down and into a tiny trot, snorting and snaking her head, full of herself for a job well done on her courbette.
Jarin fought very hard to contain himself, gently pulling her to a halt, much better this time. With hands shaking, he quietly slid his glasses back on and dismounted. Feeling Eno's breath down his neck as she rested her muzzle on his shoulder, he laid a hand over her nose and marched his way to Tristan. He was doomed. He knew it. Even so, nothing was wiping that stupid smile off his face. Tristan knew from the very beginning when Jarin had backflipped off a capriole, he had become some horrible gremlin addicted to finding that drug once more. And here was this mare, waving it under his nose. And Jarin's trembling figure was hiding his enthusiasm poorly.
"I think…we can improve," Jarin offered his thoughts as an opening statement to reduce his sentence before the judge. It was taking every ounce of his strength to not shout a thousand times over every fact and name he knew for haute ecole. While he really just wanted to jump into Tristan’s arms and wildly recount just how enthralled he was and all the marvelous things she could do!!
Tristan was feeling a strange sense of calm, as if so much chaos had caused his mind to overload and enter stasis. After the first botched halt attempt, he'd be lying if he said he was watching closely so much as his brain was trying to comprehend precisely what it was that he had just witnessed. Thus, as Jarin came over, he could only stare at him for an uncomfortable moment. What did he say…to that.
"Jarin," he finally formed coherent thoughts. "This horse…" he began slowly, muddling his words back together "is not right for you. You have bought a horse with a disability for which you are in no way equipped." He did his best to select his words well, not wanting to cause another 'run off to Sydney to buy a $50,000 dollar mistake'. "And beyond that, you are in no way ready to be riding Haute Ecole… she is highly trained, yes, but also very exacting and not something you are ready for yet…" he sighed, knowing full well that that was not something Jarin wanted to hear, but it was for both his and the mare's safety.
"And let this be a lesson to you Jarin," he continued. "Please don't buy a horse, particularly a high-end dressage horse without letting me see it, and without having a vet check done." He looked over the mare with a somewhat sorrowful look before he looked back to Jarin "If you want to do what is right for this horse, you would sell her. As much as you can, convince yourself that because you love her, you can help her. She needs and deserves a more trained hand than you can offer for a fair few years."
It was clear as day on Jarin's face that he had expected to hear a much different tone of lecture. The overall message was what he had come to expect, however. Tristan really had lost his faith in Jarin's ability to ride. It was hard for him to look anything but dejected as his shoulders slumped, leaning his cheek against Eno's muzzle on his shoulder. "I hear you, Tristan," he said defeatedly quiet. "I know you're right. And... whatever happens from here on, I won't blame you. I-" it was a struggle to find his voice, let alone pick up his sad eyes once more, "I'm choosing to be wrong. And I'm just going to have to ride better."
"Thank you, Tristan," Jarin whispered, stepping forward and only able to give him a half hug with reins in one hand. How lucky he was to even have someone like Tristan to even glance his way while simultaneously always making a fool out of himself. "Ah! Shit!" Jarin stepped back, bumping into Eno's chest. His cheeks flushed to the colors of embers, "D-Don't tell Jennie I did that! Professional! I am a professional! I-I didn't swear either!"
A fool.

(2486 wordcount)
I couldn't chop it down any more than this :''D

SUMMARY;
--Jarin gets to tell Tristan that he's been hired onto the RidgeRunner riding team~ : D
--Tristan is shocked.
--Jarin asks if he'll watch him ride his new pony, Eno
--Jarin pretty much makes a fool out of himself, not preparing or trying her out on his own beforehand so it was borderline disaster but eh, no one died
--Tristan gives his very professional opinion: get rid of her. they are not suited for each other.
--Jarin is sad : (
--Jarin is keeping pony and just gonna have to get good

Previous: A Little Carried Away (mature content) || Next: TBA

The new pony! Wee! She does fun things! : D
Fun things that are still way above Jarin's head :''D But he wants to do it so damn badly. He wants to ride as good as Tristan so fuckin' bad - 0 patience to get there but all the heart and soul to keep at it, bless him.

And no, her hair wasn't flopping about like this while he was riding her xD Artistic license says I can do what I want :3 So I did. The courbette is accurate tho xD She do the stand and hops! Gah, love shining up a fabulous velvety black horse yum yum yuuummmm~

Jarin/Eno/Sydney/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/RP words © Saoradh
No specific ref for circus show

Procreate/Photoshop CS6

Description

Official RidgeRunner Stables storyline.

Featuring:
Jarin Jackson on 1884 WRR Enolaba S'lletsak

Follows After:

Mature Content

(mature content)

(keep scrolling down, there's a summary way down there, no need to suffer for details <''3)

“Tristan !" Jarin was ecstatic to share the news! "Jennie hired me! I’m officially a rider for RidgeRunner! I get to compete for the stables and ride in all kinds of shows now! I can ride whoever I want that the stable owns! Isn’t that cool!? I can compete with you on the same team! And my earnings go towards the castle! Isn’t that exciting! I can help out with the castle too!” He felt so proud to be riding for the stable now! He felt like part of the team, rather than just the guy who keeps his horses there. He also felt it meant that Jennie didn’t hate him as much as he thought she did!
Tristan was momentarily stunned, his eyebrows raising in shock. “Wait, seriously?” What the hell was Jennie thinking? Taking Jarin on board? There was no part of his history at RidgeRunner that would have had Tristan baying to have him on the riding team… what the? “Uh. I mean, congratulations…” Tristan managed to get a smile onto his face, though there was definitely still some confusion evident. However, two glaring hickeys on Jarin’s neck changed the mood entirely. “That’s all well and good. But that didn’t take you all morning. Why were you running later than usual?”
“Well, actually, there was a lot of paperwork involved,” Jarin admitted. “So it did take a bit to get through.” Jarin could feel his neck start to itch and subconsciously lifted a hand to one part itch the scratch and one part to discreetly provide a wall as his cheeks flushed slightly.
“Oh, and w-well, since we're all working together to get the castle up and going, Jennie asked me to tell Sydney about the castle. So I went ahead and showed it to him. He thinks it's cool too!” Jarin smiled genuinely. “Uhm and I was hoping you’d have time to watch me ride my new horse…” Jarin’s words trailed off to nearly a whisper, becoming more aware of what he had said and what he was asking of him.
His heart started running already. Tristan was not satisfied with his answer. It was the kind of glare that he could feel digging around for more answers. Jarin managed to clear his throat before it closed up, “A-any further details on my whereabouts, I-I can’t discuss on RidgeRunner property!” He cleared his throat again, trying to keep it from cracking and shaking so much. “I-It’s not good business conduct. That’s what Jennie told me.” His heart was absolutely pounding at basically telling Tristan off in the most professional way he could. He couldn’t lose his job now! “P-please watch me ride,” he managed to squeak, coming out as straight-up begging.
Since when did Jarin start waffling on about business conduct? Tristan gave him a slightly sour look but gave a brief nod “I expect you to tell me about it later on, however. In detail.”

“Hi, Eno ,” Jarin called into the stall before entering. One small fact that Jarin may or may not have disclosed about his new, fancy, expensive horse was the simple fact that she was totally blind in both eyes. A fact he seemed to gloss over when he was shopping around until she had been paid for and she was being led off the trailer. Honestly, he didn’t really catch on until he was holding the lead rope and looking up at her eyes. He was too scared to ask as the trailer finally drove away. He simply waved a hand in front of her face and there was little reaction, only a snort and a flip of her ears. Oops.
But that aside, Jarin was confident she was still going to be awesome! Being blind wasn’t so bad! Maybe? Big talk from someone who had glasses that corrected his sight… He had a lot of ground to make up for if this horse stood any ground on impressing Tristan. And he had a lot to learn about this mare in a short amount of time if he didn't want to look as stupid as he felt. Starting with how she preferred to be lead with her muzzle on his shoulder and he better not let her brush against anything or she was quick to nip him in retaliation.
Jarin made sure she was looking immaculate by the time he filed into the arena, stopping to dust off her coat and readjust anything out of place. He wanted her to make an impression. Her black coat glistened like satin under the lights. Jarin had her hair neatly braided and tucked out of the way. He even quickly polished up the tack, hoping that might earn a few brownie points under the scrutinous stare from Tristan. He had never put so much care into presenting a horse outside of a show but he was dead serious to impress Tristan Ennerstone. This horse was not a $50,000 mistake.
“Tristan,” Jarin huffed out his chest, taking a wide stance. “This is Eno. She’s my new dressage horse and she’s awesome.” As much time as he spent on making her pretty… no time was spent on planning an introduction speech.
Tristan’s eyes narrowed as Jarin entered the arena, this $50,000 horse had caused plenty enough problems already, so she was already a relatively hard sell as far as he was concerned, as much as he might try to keep Jarin happy. He scanned across her conformation, eyebrows furrowed. Nothing seemed immediately wro- wait. “Jarin… please tell me you had a vet check done before you bought her…” His eyes bore into Jarin’s soul as he awaited a response he felt he already knew the answer to.
"Uhm…" Jarin didn't need to say more.
Tristan frowned, the ghost of a scowl echoing across his face before he remembered his manners. "It would be wise to get one done in case there is anything else wrong with her, Jarin. To put it bluntly, as I'm sure you would not want me to be any other way, this mare is going to be too advanced for you. But you have paid for her now, and I doubt you covered yourself with any kind of insurance in case her blindness was not listed on the ad, so go on, get aboard." He sighed, opening his mouth to continue before he paused, thinking better. Gesturing to the mare with a look of displeasure.
"She-...she's fiiiine," Jarin reassured him with the confidence of a wet fart. "I'll show you!" Jarin was far too giddy to just take it slow. Because she was still new to him, he did take some care of how he sat atop of her; sitting up straight, legs where they needed to be, looking ahead where they were going. A glance to his side and his heart fluttered, remembering he was out there to get an evaluation from Tristan! No more wasting time, he thought, bumping his heels onto her sides.
Eno wasn't wasting time either. She lifted up and into a hurried trot, stretching her legs before her like she was reaching out to feel where she was going. It made for a lively, floaty trot, covering the ground in large strides. It was a trot that covered so much ground, Jarin wasn't ready for it and had to pull her back down to a walk before they ran into the arena wall. But the miscommunication didn't stop there.
There was a piaffe, a nice looking one, an immediate halt and snort from Eno realizing there was a wall in front of her when the footing clattered against the boards. "We're fine!" Jarin called back to Tristan as he started to sweat over the predicament. Were they fine?? No, of course not. Because Jarin hadn't prepared for anything in the slightest. He struggled just to get her turned around. Jarin was in a full-body sweat now, feeling the eyes on the back of his skull. Which didn't help to remedy his situation. Instead of backing up, through how tense Jarin sat atop of her, she ended up bouncing off her front end into an impromptu levade.
Just as he had turned to share his giddy glee, he hardly contained a swear as Eno pirouetted around in the same direction Jarin had turned. "Oooohhhh," Jarin cooed, unable to conceal how blown away he was. For a short portion, it looked like they were figuring out how to talk to each other again. At least, Jarin had a better idea of getting her to turn off of his seat and not so much on the reins. After Eno turned so fast, Jarin had to scramble to stay aboard, he evidently cued her to fire off with both hind legs behind her. All he could think was that one would think spending $50k on a horse would come with a riding manual
He was honestly terrified to see what face Tristan might be pulling right now from their haphazard performance thus far. He had to get it together. Just as he felt his eyes started to betray him and drift over to Tristan, Jarin made the executive decision it was time to take that security blanket away. He pulled his glasses off and hung them on the collar of his shirt. There. They were both blind now!
The blind leading the blind.
It wasn't the first time he had done this. If anyone else were riding in the arena, he wouldn't dare to. But it did get him to focus on what he was doing. Less reaction to what happened and more planning on what needed to happen. If turning too sharp was the problem, possibly just leaning slightly and using his legs like he had been taught to do would produce the right result.
For a good five minutes or so, they looked calmed down and put together instead of rampaging about the arena and doing spontaneous circus acts. A collected trot here, a half pass there, a peppy flying lead change, a dodgy halt as he didn't quite have that smoothed out just yet.
And if anyone thought the circus was over, nope. He wasn't honestly trying to get another go at the levade. He was going to try halting again and make that better but he had too much pressure on the reins, not enough leg, and the bouncing on her front end started up again. "Ah, no, no," as much as Jarin would LOVE another go, that's not what he meant! He bumped his legs harder on her side and that sent her straight up! Up she reared, Jarin grabbing her mane and exclaiming loudly as she hopped! And hopped again! And again! Before dropping back down and into a tiny trot, snorting and snaking her head, full of herself for a job well done on her courbette.
Jarin fought very hard to contain himself, gently pulling her to a halt, much better this time. With hands shaking, he quietly slid his glasses back on and dismounted. Feeling Eno's breath down his neck as she rested her muzzle on his shoulder, he laid a hand over her nose and marched his way to Tristan. He was doomed. He knew it. Even so, nothing was wiping that stupid smile off his face. Tristan knew from the very beginning when Jarin had backflipped off a capriole, he had become some horrible gremlin addicted to finding that drug once more. And here was this mare, waving it under his nose. And Jarin's trembling figure was hiding his enthusiasm poorly.
"I think…we can improve," Jarin offered his thoughts as an opening statement to reduce his sentence before the judge. It was taking every ounce of his strength to not shout a thousand times over every fact and name he knew for haute ecole. While he really just wanted to jump into Tristan’s arms and wildly recount just how enthralled he was and all the marvelous things she could do!!
Tristan was feeling a strange sense of calm, as if so much chaos had caused his mind to overload and enter stasis. After the first botched halt attempt, he'd be lying if he said he was watching closely so much as his brain was trying to comprehend precisely what it was that he had just witnessed. Thus, as Jarin came over, he could only stare at him for an uncomfortable moment. What did he say…to that.
"Jarin," he finally formed coherent thoughts. "This horse…" he began slowly, muddling his words back together "is not right for you. You have bought a horse with a disability for which you are in no way equipped." He did his best to select his words well, not wanting to cause another 'run off to Sydney to buy a $50,000 dollar mistake'. "And beyond that, you are in no way ready to be riding Haute Ecole… she is highly trained, yes, but also very exacting and not something you are ready for yet…" he sighed, knowing full well that that was not something Jarin wanted to hear, but it was for both his and the mare's safety.
"And let this be a lesson to you Jarin," he continued. "Please don't buy a horse, particularly a high-end dressage horse without letting me see it, and without having a vet check done." He looked over the mare with a somewhat sorrowful look before he looked back to Jarin "If you want to do what is right for this horse, you would sell her. As much as you can, convince yourself that because you love her, you can help her. She needs and deserves a more trained hand than you can offer for a fair few years."
It was clear as day on Jarin's face that he had expected to hear a much different tone of lecture. The overall message was what he had come to expect, however. Tristan really had lost his faith in Jarin's ability to ride. It was hard for him to look anything but dejected as his shoulders slumped, leaning his cheek against Eno's muzzle on his shoulder. "I hear you, Tristan," he said defeatedly quiet. "I know you're right. And... whatever happens from here on, I won't blame you. I-" it was a struggle to find his voice, let alone pick up his sad eyes once more, "I'm choosing to be wrong. And I'm just going to have to ride better."
"Thank you, Tristan," Jarin whispered, stepping forward and only able to give him a half hug with reins in one hand. How lucky he was to even have someone like Tristan to even glance his way while simultaneously always making a fool out of himself. "Ah! Shit!" Jarin stepped back, bumping into Eno's chest. His cheeks flushed to the colors of embers, "D-Don't tell Jennie I did that! Professional! I am a professional! I-I didn't swear either!"
A fool.

(2486 wordcount)
I couldn't chop it down any more than this :''D

SUMMARY;
--Jarin gets to tell Tristan that he's been hired onto the RidgeRunner riding team~ : D
--Tristan is shocked.
--Jarin asks if he'll watch him ride his new pony, Eno
--Jarin pretty much makes a fool out of himself, not preparing or trying her out on his own beforehand so it was borderline disaster but eh, no one died
--Tristan gives his very professional opinion: get rid of her. they are not suited for each other.
--Jarin is sad : (
--Jarin is keeping pony and just gonna have to get good

Previous: A Little Carried Away (mature content) || Next: TBA

The new pony! Wee! She does fun things! : D
Fun things that are still way above Jarin's head :''D But he wants to do it so damn badly. He wants to ride as good as Tristan so fuckin' bad - 0 patience to get there but all the heart and soul to keep at it, bless him.

And no, her hair wasn't flopping about like this while he was riding her xD Artistic license says I can do what I want :3 So I did. The courbette is accurate tho xD She do the stand and hops! Gah, love shining up a fabulous velvety black horse yum yum yuuummmm~

Jarin/Eno/Sydney/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/RP words © Saoradh
No specific ref for circus show

Procreate/Photoshop CS6