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Home Grown Show III - Combo Nation

Featuring:
Dave Burton on NRR Beggars and Believers
and
Abigail Burton on 1048 NRR Stickers

Division: Exhibition Execution
Discipline: Dressage
Placed: Third

Home Grown Show III - Results!

Follows after:
(there's a summary of the story at the bottom of this btw)

Abigail wasn’t particularly one to eavesdrop, not on purpose, but it was hard not to pick up on what was going on as Kate and Dave had a short exchange before Kate took her leave from the stable. Dave, sighing heavily, but putting a smile back on for her consoled her, “Apologies, Ms. Abigail. I had intended to pick you up from school but there was a bit of trouble to be dealt with here. I take it Mr. Barraway made good timing?”
“Of course,” she nodded. “Adequate. He’s even managed to form conversations with Daniel now. Quite the improvement.” Fabian really wasn’t a “kids” kind of guy. Abi was about the only one he could tolerate since she was years beyond her age in maturity anyway.
“Did he now?” Dave chuckled, holding back a snicker. Daniel was finally past his “sticky” phase and now into the parroting everyone around him, although mostly in action and less with words. He was still a quiet boy.
“Did you say Chris's boyfriend was here?” Abi asked point-blank as they made their way to the tack room. Abi still had a lesson to prepare for, after all.
“You know of him?” Dave tried not to grumble.
“Of course. He’s quite awful,” she described him plainly, taking her personal grooming box for her pony.
“When did you have the opportunity to meet that… person.” He couldn’t find a more neutral word than that. Thing. Monster. Spawn of Satan’s inflamed testicles. He was very uneasy knowing that she had any contact with Fang .
“A couple times, now, actually. When you have Chris pick me up from school, sometimes he’ll be in attendance as well. He’s very rude. His vocabulary is very limited.”
“Indeed, it is,” Dave muttered. So Fang had been around the whole family, apart from Helena. He opened the stall door for Abigail, letting her get to grooming Stickers while he stayed by the door. “I apologize, Ms. Abigail. I hadn’t realized he kept such company around the both of you. I… I’ll ask he not do it again.”
“Daddy, don’t be silly.” Abigail pulled the halter over Sticker’s head gently and precisely. “You and I both know that won’t do anything. Chris doesn’t listen to you any more than a lion listens to a gazelle.” She gave Stickers a very gentle pat on her cheek, before clipping the lead rope to the halter and tying her to the ring in the stall.
Dave slumped against the stall door. Since when was his daughter so brutally honest? No, he reckoned, she had always been blunt towards him. Not just him. To everyone. That’s just how she communicated. She didn’t mean to offend. He bowed his head slightly, “No, you’re probably right. Still, it’s not just that we are berated and then do not voice our displeasure either.”
“Mm, perhaps,” Abigail stroked her brush over Stickers’s neck. She wasn’t confident Dave really had any kind of foothold on the matter anyway. Just as much as she had when she had asked Fang to use words that weren’t shit, fuck, damn, and the relatives of them. After all, Daniel was in the car with them too. But, as she figured, it only made it worse. People like Fang were like people like Chris. Implying that you want them to do something, even when asking, didn’t usually fair well.
“Daddy,” Abigail wanted to change the subject anyway. “Would you join me for a lesson?”
Dave stood up a little straighter, picking up his chin, “Hmm?” What? Why? Dave had no interest in Dressage or sitting through some kind of lesson ran by his friend. She had been doing just fine on her own!
“You haven’t selected your riding partner for the show this stable is hosting.” She lowered her brush, turning to face him, glaring far too seriously. “I would like to volunteer to be your partner if you would have me. I am not fit to ride Showjumping, as you know. But I am far superior in Dressage. Combined with your decent skills, I think we would make a presentable team.”
Her stone expression didn’t show it, but Dave saw how her grip on the brush tightened just a tad. As if she was squeezing his own heart. True, he had been asked to participate as a representative for RidgeRunner. And no, he hadn’t come to terms with whom he’d ride with just yet - potentially one of his own students or perhaps Tristan Ennerstone as they had been successful on a team once before but… Abigail? That meant, without a doubt, doing dressage. And that just… sucked all the life out of him.
But he was the one to push her into doing Dressage in the first place. He had scared her right out of jumping because he acted a fool. This had to be some kind of retribution for his actions. This was his karma finally coming back to haunt him.
Dave didn’t answer quite quickly enough before Abigail interjected once more, “You, as a horseman, need to improve your fundamentals. You look the part of a gentleman, but you need to be able to ride as one as well. Mr. Barraway has plenty of experience to help you. If you are to represent this stable, I would sure appreciate that you acknowledge the sport that you talked so highly of when you introduced me to it. Or were you merely acting as a salesman and pawning me off to a cheap production?” The hand on her hip was the final blow.
Dave almost crumbled to his knees. No, at some point, she had definitely gotten blunter! Who was this scolding him and criticizing his own riding? Who had more riding experience here!? The worst part was, she probably wasn’t wrong at all! Who was the parent here?
“I-I won’t ride in pink,” was all he could muster to respond with. It wasn’t like in any universe he could say no! Not to his darling daughter! But he could have standards-
“Don’t be childish,” Abigail scolded him again, turning back to her pony for the finishing details. “Pink does not suit you, Daddy. Please, be professional.”

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tldr;
Abi knows Fang - thinks he's gross
Dave doesn't like that Abi knows Fang
Abi reminds him its not like he can do anything about it
Abi makes Dave ride dressage with her while criticizing the fuck outta dave

Aaaand it's that yearly addition where Abi gets some art >:"")))) I'm sorry Abi <3 You're a normal(ish) child with a normal life so you don't get the spotlight near enough
Anyway, she cons her daddy into more activities he doesn't want to do but that's what he gets for being a sponge. Abi's growing up so fast <''3

Art-wise, this was supposed to be much more lofty and grand but I just kind of fizzled out. I've been working on and off for months on it. I've just reached the point where I'm just done with it. Not satisfied, but done. I want to do other things now x''D So it could be better but for a show where I give myself a ribbon and a pat on the shoulder - this is fine. It was more for Abi and Dave to bond anyway. <''3 Hopefully, better arts ahead~ (but only maybe lol)

Abigail/Stickers/Dave/Bell/Chris/Fang/Helena/Art © Drasayer
Fabian Barraway/Tristan © Saoradh
No specific refs for ponies/lads/scenery etc.

Procreate/Photoshop CS6

Description

Home Grown Show III - Combo Nation

Featuring:
Dave Burton on NRR Beggars and Believers
and
Abigail Burton on 1048 NRR Stickers

Division: Exhibition Execution
Discipline: Dressage
Placed: Third

Home Grown Show III - Results!

Follows after:
(there's a summary of the story at the bottom of this btw)

Abigail wasn’t particularly one to eavesdrop, not on purpose, but it was hard not to pick up on what was going on as Kate and Dave had a short exchange before Kate took her leave from the stable. Dave, sighing heavily, but putting a smile back on for her consoled her, “Apologies, Ms. Abigail. I had intended to pick you up from school but there was a bit of trouble to be dealt with here. I take it Mr. Barraway made good timing?”
“Of course,” she nodded. “Adequate. He’s even managed to form conversations with Daniel now. Quite the improvement.” Fabian really wasn’t a “kids” kind of guy. Abi was about the only one he could tolerate since she was years beyond her age in maturity anyway.
“Did he now?” Dave chuckled, holding back a snicker. Daniel was finally past his “sticky” phase and now into the parroting everyone around him, although mostly in action and less with words. He was still a quiet boy.
“Did you say Chris's boyfriend was here?” Abi asked point-blank as they made their way to the tack room. Abi still had a lesson to prepare for, after all.
“You know of him?” Dave tried not to grumble.
“Of course. He’s quite awful,” she described him plainly, taking her personal grooming box for her pony.
“When did you have the opportunity to meet that… person.” He couldn’t find a more neutral word than that. Thing. Monster. Spawn of Satan’s inflamed testicles. He was very uneasy knowing that she had any contact with Fang .
“A couple times, now, actually. When you have Chris pick me up from school, sometimes he’ll be in attendance as well. He’s very rude. His vocabulary is very limited.”
“Indeed, it is,” Dave muttered. So Fang had been around the whole family, apart from Helena. He opened the stall door for Abigail, letting her get to grooming Stickers while he stayed by the door. “I apologize, Ms. Abigail. I hadn’t realized he kept such company around the both of you. I… I’ll ask he not do it again.”
“Daddy, don’t be silly.” Abigail pulled the halter over Sticker’s head gently and precisely. “You and I both know that won’t do anything. Chris doesn’t listen to you any more than a lion listens to a gazelle.” She gave Stickers a very gentle pat on her cheek, before clipping the lead rope to the halter and tying her to the ring in the stall.
Dave slumped against the stall door. Since when was his daughter so brutally honest? No, he reckoned, she had always been blunt towards him. Not just him. To everyone. That’s just how she communicated. She didn’t mean to offend. He bowed his head slightly, “No, you’re probably right. Still, it’s not just that we are berated and then do not voice our displeasure either.”
“Mm, perhaps,” Abigail stroked her brush over Stickers’s neck. She wasn’t confident Dave really had any kind of foothold on the matter anyway. Just as much as she had when she had asked Fang to use words that weren’t shit, fuck, damn, and the relatives of them. After all, Daniel was in the car with them too. But, as she figured, it only made it worse. People like Fang were like people like Chris. Implying that you want them to do something, even when asking, didn’t usually fair well.
“Daddy,” Abigail wanted to change the subject anyway. “Would you join me for a lesson?”
Dave stood up a little straighter, picking up his chin, “Hmm?” What? Why? Dave had no interest in Dressage or sitting through some kind of lesson ran by his friend. She had been doing just fine on her own!
“You haven’t selected your riding partner for the show this stable is hosting.” She lowered her brush, turning to face him, glaring far too seriously. “I would like to volunteer to be your partner if you would have me. I am not fit to ride Showjumping, as you know. But I am far superior in Dressage. Combined with your decent skills, I think we would make a presentable team.”
Her stone expression didn’t show it, but Dave saw how her grip on the brush tightened just a tad. As if she was squeezing his own heart. True, he had been asked to participate as a representative for RidgeRunner. And no, he hadn’t come to terms with whom he’d ride with just yet - potentially one of his own students or perhaps Tristan Ennerstone as they had been successful on a team once before but… Abigail? That meant, without a doubt, doing dressage. And that just… sucked all the life out of him.
But he was the one to push her into doing Dressage in the first place. He had scared her right out of jumping because he acted a fool. This had to be some kind of retribution for his actions. This was his karma finally coming back to haunt him.
Dave didn’t answer quite quickly enough before Abigail interjected once more, “You, as a horseman, need to improve your fundamentals. You look the part of a gentleman, but you need to be able to ride as one as well. Mr. Barraway has plenty of experience to help you. If you are to represent this stable, I would sure appreciate that you acknowledge the sport that you talked so highly of when you introduced me to it. Or were you merely acting as a salesman and pawning me off to a cheap production?” The hand on her hip was the final blow.
Dave almost crumbled to his knees. No, at some point, she had definitely gotten blunter! Who was this scolding him and criticizing his own riding? Who had more riding experience here!? The worst part was, she probably wasn’t wrong at all! Who was the parent here?
“I-I won’t ride in pink,” was all he could muster to respond with. It wasn’t like in any universe he could say no! Not to his darling daughter! But he could have standards-
“Don’t be childish,” Abigail scolded him again, turning back to her pony for the finishing details. “Pink does not suit you, Daddy. Please, be professional.”

(1033 wordcount)

Previous: A Shared Taste || Next: TBA

-----------------------------

tldr;
Abi knows Fang - thinks he's gross
Dave doesn't like that Abi knows Fang
Abi reminds him its not like he can do anything about it
Abi makes Dave ride dressage with her while criticizing the fuck outta dave

Aaaand it's that yearly addition where Abi gets some art >:"")))) I'm sorry Abi <3 You're a normal(ish) child with a normal life so you don't get the spotlight near enough
Anyway, she cons her daddy into more activities he doesn't want to do but that's what he gets for being a sponge. Abi's growing up so fast <''3

Art-wise, this was supposed to be much more lofty and grand but I just kind of fizzled out. I've been working on and off for months on it. I've just reached the point where I'm just done with it. Not satisfied, but done. I want to do other things now x''D So it could be better but for a show where I give myself a ribbon and a pat on the shoulder - this is fine. It was more for Abi and Dave to bond anyway. <''3 Hopefully, better arts ahead~ (but only maybe lol)

Abigail/Stickers/Dave/Bell/Chris/Fang/Helena/Art © Drasayer
Fabian Barraway/Tristan © Saoradh
No specific refs for ponies/lads/scenery etc.

Procreate/Photoshop CS6