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Fathom Acres Winter Festival 2022

Featuring:
Rider: Jarin Jackson
Horse: Violet Sky IHS
Class: Showjumping
Show Advert: Status Update
Placed: First
$50,000.00

Fathom Acres Winter Festival 2022 *RESULTS*

Follows after: and (

While Tristan had been called into a meeting with Jennie, Jarin was left to his own devices before they’d continue his lessons. He stared out of the large barn door, down onto the lower lots where a couple stock horses were turned out. They quietly picked through the piles of hay left for them, no fuss, no excitement, occasionally a swish of a tail. He liked to quietly watch horses, taking in their behaviors. He wished he could understand them like the really good trainers did. They seemed to always know why a horse reacted the way it did or could explain why a method of training was effective for some horses and not others. It was fascinating.
Speaking of those kinds of trainers, it was impossible to miss the large man walking towards the turnout with halters in hand. Jarin averted his eyes immediately from Sydney . But the distant sound of a horse nickering sucked his attention right back to the scene. He couldn’t help but watch. He convinced himself he was watching the horses, but he was really just staring right at Sydney. Just as he wished he could understand the horses…he wished he understood Sydney…

With the door shut to her office, Jennie got right to the point, “I’ve been up to my elbows in paperwork lately so I didn’t have a chance to talk to you yet. I want to negotiate some new terms going forward with your job here at RidgeRunner. Specifically, rescheduling you. As you may have seen, Sydney’s made his return, which is great for our western string! I had a pretty thorough talk with him about what’s been going on and he’s been very willing to make some changes in order to make sure something like the dispute with Jarin never happens again.” And she did mean never. It was made very clear that he was on very thin ice as a prime representative for RidgeRunner’s image. Not only that, Jennie didn’t tolerate workplace violence. Jarin was still on the same pond as Sydney, as far as she was concerned.
“With that being said,” she pushed the breakdown of the week’s schedule to Tristan and then laced her fingers, “he made it very clear to me that there was a conflict of interest going on between you and himself. What I’ve come up with is a sort of rotation where Sydney takes the morning to late afternoon shift for training and you take the early afternoon to evening shift. I figured this would cut down on the tension and would probably benefit the riders here anyway so they didn’t have to try and cram into the early shift. Is this something that may work better for you? Like I said, we’re more concerned with keeping a peaceful atmosphere here.”
Tristan gave a brief nod, it did make some more sense, he supposed. Though equally, he didn’t think Sydney should even be allowed to step foot on the premises after the shit he pulled. Well, it wasn’t his place to question it. “That seems like a reasonable idea. What time would you be wanting me to come in in future?” Bearing in mind that he had a significant number of horses of his own to deal with. Of course he had no issue just going ahead and coming later on, that meant more time to be in bed in the morning and that was something that Tristan would never argue against.
Jennie sighed with relief. If she could just get those two sorted out before it turned into some war on the stable grounds, that would save her the misery later. “Well, Sydney’s shift technically will start at six in the morning, though he tried to argue for earlier. That’s on him. That should put him finishing around one in the afternoon. With as many horses you have to work, I figure around noon would be an appropriate time for you to start so you didn’t have to work too late into the evening. Granted, I understand the workload fluctuates so a little earlier or a little later is fine by me so long as any clients you work with are made aware.”
That should, in theory, cut down on the time Sydney and Tristan could cross paths. According to Sydney, there was some real bad blood mixing between the two. From what she gathered from the Jarin incident, the conflict of interest was the same interest. She had no right to meddle in personal affairs unless it affected business so if she could keep them peeled apart, it would probably do everyone some good. She really couldn’t afford to lose either one of them. They were far too valuable with their talents and titles. That was the business end she was vested in protecting.
She smiled softly, “I’m just hoping this helps to soothe things over and we can avoid any future conflicts. If you have any further suggestions that you think might help, I’m all ears. I want this to be an open conversation. Your input is just as important.”
Tristan gave a slight smile and a nod of agreement, he had absolutely no problem not coming in until noon. He was more than happy to go along with this, even though he was less than pleased with Sydney coming back in the first place. “I’ve no problem with taking a later shift on. I was, however, wanting to discuss the possibility of a couple of extra facilities here at Ridgerunner, which I am of course willing to help to pay toward, perhaps as a donation toward the stable…”

Jarin jumped, hearing the office door open behind him and whipped around. He turned on heel and skipped over to meet Tristan with a smile, “Did you get a promotion!?”
“Wha-....no,” Tristan stated flatly, trying not to wonder what went through that head of Jarin’s too much. “Apparently Sydney will be working in the mornings and I’ll have an afternoon shift, instead.”
A change of times? Jarin resisted the urge to look back towards the barn door where he had been watching Sydney. Jarin’s face smooshed up, picking apart his own schedule. "If you’re coming in the afternoon, then does that mean I come in later, too? Or do I still ride in the morning like usual?” It sort of messed with his schedule a little. He was used to getting a run in the morning and the evening. What was he supposed to do?
Tristan gave a nod, “You can come in later if you want. It’s no bother to me, it will mean staying a bit later though than we normally do currently. You’ll get used to it.”

The first thing Jarin learned about staying late at the stables was riding in the outdoor arenas right at sunset! The shadows stretched far and wide! Jarin would find himself cantering Violet and playing a game to avoid all the shadows for as long as he could! He restrained himself from playing the same game at the Fathom Acres show. After being scolded relentlessly by multiple sources for his antics at the prior show on Violet, he understood he needed to keep his focus on the task at hand. He could play games again when they got back home.
And that started with keeping the reins in his hands for once…

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Previous: No Mercy | Next: Normalize Suffering

Yo, the kids made it by the skin of their teeth -sweats-

ANYWAY
I finished it :'')

Aside from that, I'm just happy to use it for story stuff <''3 That always brings me joy
Jarin's first time on Violet where he actually has the reins in his hands <333 Character development~

Jarin/Violet/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/RP Words © Saoradh
No specific refs used for pony, boi, jumpo, winter grossness, etc~

Procreate/SAI/Sketchup/Photoshop CS6 - EVERYONE GOT INVOLVED WITH THIS.

Description

Fathom Acres Winter Festival 2022

Featuring:
Rider: Jarin Jackson
Horse: Violet Sky IHS
Class: Showjumping
Show Advert: Status Update
Placed: First
$50,000.00

Fathom Acres Winter Festival 2022 *RESULTS*

Follows after: and (

While Tristan had been called into a meeting with Jennie, Jarin was left to his own devices before they’d continue his lessons. He stared out of the large barn door, down onto the lower lots where a couple stock horses were turned out. They quietly picked through the piles of hay left for them, no fuss, no excitement, occasionally a swish of a tail. He liked to quietly watch horses, taking in their behaviors. He wished he could understand them like the really good trainers did. They seemed to always know why a horse reacted the way it did or could explain why a method of training was effective for some horses and not others. It was fascinating.
Speaking of those kinds of trainers, it was impossible to miss the large man walking towards the turnout with halters in hand. Jarin averted his eyes immediately from Sydney . But the distant sound of a horse nickering sucked his attention right back to the scene. He couldn’t help but watch. He convinced himself he was watching the horses, but he was really just staring right at Sydney. Just as he wished he could understand the horses…he wished he understood Sydney…

With the door shut to her office, Jennie got right to the point, “I’ve been up to my elbows in paperwork lately so I didn’t have a chance to talk to you yet. I want to negotiate some new terms going forward with your job here at RidgeRunner. Specifically, rescheduling you. As you may have seen, Sydney’s made his return, which is great for our western string! I had a pretty thorough talk with him about what’s been going on and he’s been very willing to make some changes in order to make sure something like the dispute with Jarin never happens again.” And she did mean never. It was made very clear that he was on very thin ice as a prime representative for RidgeRunner’s image. Not only that, Jennie didn’t tolerate workplace violence. Jarin was still on the same pond as Sydney, as far as she was concerned.
“With that being said,” she pushed the breakdown of the week’s schedule to Tristan and then laced her fingers, “he made it very clear to me that there was a conflict of interest going on between you and himself. What I’ve come up with is a sort of rotation where Sydney takes the morning to late afternoon shift for training and you take the early afternoon to evening shift. I figured this would cut down on the tension and would probably benefit the riders here anyway so they didn’t have to try and cram into the early shift. Is this something that may work better for you? Like I said, we’re more concerned with keeping a peaceful atmosphere here.”
Tristan gave a brief nod, it did make some more sense, he supposed. Though equally, he didn’t think Sydney should even be allowed to step foot on the premises after the shit he pulled. Well, it wasn’t his place to question it. “That seems like a reasonable idea. What time would you be wanting me to come in in future?” Bearing in mind that he had a significant number of horses of his own to deal with. Of course he had no issue just going ahead and coming later on, that meant more time to be in bed in the morning and that was something that Tristan would never argue against.
Jennie sighed with relief. If she could just get those two sorted out before it turned into some war on the stable grounds, that would save her the misery later. “Well, Sydney’s shift technically will start at six in the morning, though he tried to argue for earlier. That’s on him. That should put him finishing around one in the afternoon. With as many horses you have to work, I figure around noon would be an appropriate time for you to start so you didn’t have to work too late into the evening. Granted, I understand the workload fluctuates so a little earlier or a little later is fine by me so long as any clients you work with are made aware.”
That should, in theory, cut down on the time Sydney and Tristan could cross paths. According to Sydney, there was some real bad blood mixing between the two. From what she gathered from the Jarin incident, the conflict of interest was the same interest. She had no right to meddle in personal affairs unless it affected business so if she could keep them peeled apart, it would probably do everyone some good. She really couldn’t afford to lose either one of them. They were far too valuable with their talents and titles. That was the business end she was vested in protecting.
She smiled softly, “I’m just hoping this helps to soothe things over and we can avoid any future conflicts. If you have any further suggestions that you think might help, I’m all ears. I want this to be an open conversation. Your input is just as important.”
Tristan gave a slight smile and a nod of agreement, he had absolutely no problem not coming in until noon. He was more than happy to go along with this, even though he was less than pleased with Sydney coming back in the first place. “I’ve no problem with taking a later shift on. I was, however, wanting to discuss the possibility of a couple of extra facilities here at Ridgerunner, which I am of course willing to help to pay toward, perhaps as a donation toward the stable…”

Jarin jumped, hearing the office door open behind him and whipped around. He turned on heel and skipped over to meet Tristan with a smile, “Did you get a promotion!?”
“Wha-....no,” Tristan stated flatly, trying not to wonder what went through that head of Jarin’s too much. “Apparently Sydney will be working in the mornings and I’ll have an afternoon shift, instead.”
A change of times? Jarin resisted the urge to look back towards the barn door where he had been watching Sydney. Jarin’s face smooshed up, picking apart his own schedule. "If you’re coming in the afternoon, then does that mean I come in later, too? Or do I still ride in the morning like usual?” It sort of messed with his schedule a little. He was used to getting a run in the morning and the evening. What was he supposed to do?
Tristan gave a nod, “You can come in later if you want. It’s no bother to me, it will mean staying a bit later though than we normally do currently. You’ll get used to it.”

The first thing Jarin learned about staying late at the stables was riding in the outdoor arenas right at sunset! The shadows stretched far and wide! Jarin would find himself cantering Violet and playing a game to avoid all the shadows for as long as he could! He restrained himself from playing the same game at the Fathom Acres show. After being scolded relentlessly by multiple sources for his antics at the prior show on Violet, he understood he needed to keep his focus on the task at hand. He could play games again when they got back home.
And that started with keeping the reins in his hands for once…

(1229 wordcount)

Previous: No Mercy | Next: Normalize Suffering

Yo, the kids made it by the skin of their teeth -sweats-

ANYWAY
I finished it :'')

Aside from that, I'm just happy to use it for story stuff <''3 That always brings me joy
Jarin's first time on Violet where he actually has the reins in his hands <333 Character development~

Jarin/Violet/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/RP Words © Saoradh
No specific refs used for pony, boi, jumpo, winter grossness, etc~

Procreate/SAI/Sketchup/Photoshop CS6 - EVERYONE GOT INVOLVED WITH THIS.