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Description
Show: www.deviantart.com/bakuraa/jou…
Horse:www.deviantart.com/fools-ghost…
Rider: Ghost

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Story

Another year, another show. Ready for war, the stallion was as he stood regal in the warm up arena, seeking validation by the rider on him for his stance. Ghost just found it a bit hilarious, but didn't give him what he wanted, instead, getting him to trot a twenty-metre circle, his head falling onto the vertical and his back lifted to a flowing gate. Cavlar didn't mind the work, throwing himself into it with elegance, wanting to win over his rider.

"Ghost! Watch your leg you're letting him get a bit too close to the fence!" a familiar voice called out, and Ghost sighed from embarrassment, and put a bit of her right leg on to stop the stallion from going into the border of the warm-up arena. She just kept trotting and cantering, his gates smoother than a sheet of paper, and Ghost had no hard time keeping balanced on the steed. She looked around her to the arena where she would be judged, and saw the horse and rider that was before her wrapping up their test. As any sane person would do, she put Cavlar in a walk and wandered on over to the entrance to the dressage arena where many people in the stands could see her every move.
"Next up is Ghost riding Cavlar!" a booming voice from big speakers over the stands announced, now or never, she thought, and put Cavlar into a collected trot, trotting down the centre of the arena.

word count: 221

Description
Show: www.deviantart.com/bakuraa/jou…
Horse:www.deviantart.com/fools-ghost…
Rider: Ghost

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

Story

Another year, another show. Ready for war, the stallion was as he stood regal in the warm up arena, seeking validation by the rider on him for his stance. Ghost just found it a bit hilarious, but didn't give him what he wanted, instead, getting him to trot a twenty-metre circle, his head falling onto the vertical and his back lifted to a flowing gate. Cavlar didn't mind the work, throwing himself into it with elegance, wanting to win over his rider.

"Ghost! Watch your leg you're letting him get a bit too close to the fence!" a familiar voice called out, and Ghost sighed from embarrassment, and put a bit of her right leg on to stop the stallion from going into the border of the warm-up arena. She just kept trotting and cantering, his gates smoother than a sheet of paper, and Ghost had no hard time keeping balanced on the steed. She looked around her to the arena where she would be judged, and saw the horse and rider that was before her wrapping up their test. As any sane person would do, she put Cavlar in a walk and wandered on over to the entrance to the dressage arena where many people in the stands could see her every move.
"Next up is Ghost riding Cavlar!" a booming voice from big speakers over the stands announced, now or never, she thought, and put Cavlar into a collected trot, trotting down the centre of the arena.

word count: 221