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Description

Show: HARPG Olympics 2012 [link]
Class Showing: Inspection (for Endurance)
Number: 008

Horse: MVS Wild Guess aka "Grace"
ref: [link]
breed: Egyptian Arabian
age: 15

Owner/Rider/Handler: Heather
ref: [link]
age: date-wise (c. 40) biologically (c. 16)
info: communicates with her animals (half vocal, half telepathic) and trains her horses using purely natural, liberty methods. Runs the Moorland Vale and sleeps in a hammock in the middle of the herdlands.

Stable: Moorland Vale Sanctuary [link]
Stable Date: Vale Year 33 [link]

Prior Shows:
[link] first place in UERA Mini -Comp ([link] )
[link] first place in AIHR Mini Show Flat Race
[link] unjudged as of yet (Race 1 - Namibia) Transcontinental Cup 2011
[link] [link] [link] placing unknown for for A-H-F Competition Egyptian Endurance Race
[link] placing unknown for A-H-F Competition Halter Costume Class
Training Images For This Show: [link] [link]
Refs? (looked at the provided pictures of the arena)

~~~~~~~

Tack had been polished, Grace had been conditioned, and now Heather was getting a new look - just for the Olympics. After pinning her hair back in the world's curliest ponytail, she stared at herself in the tiny looking glass she'd brought along - mainly for it's use as a signal should something go wrong on the trail.

The canvas flaps of MVS's tent whistled open as a buckskin mare trotted in - with something in her mouth. "Heather! your shirt's arrived!"

"Perfect." It was just what the new look called for. Heather slipped out of her usual faded ruby T and into the caramel colored shirt. She did a spin before the wild bay arab. "What do you think Grace?"

The mare shrugged. "You know I think it's gross that you humans can change your fur like that."

"Then don't think of it as fur - think of it as tack!"

"But you're always wearing something. If your 'clothes' were tack you'd only wear them for special occasions."

"Nevermind." Heather chuckled. She didn't really care one way or another how she looked so long as she got to the yard in time for Inspection. "Come on Grace, we're gonna be late!" Heather took two quickly running strides, yanked a leadrope off the tent pole and vaulted onto Grave's back.

The two burst out of the tent and shifted into a high canter - narrowly avvoiding other contestants as they careened towards the place where everyone else was always lining up and looking pretty.~

Description

Show: HARPG Olympics 2012 [link]
Class Showing: Inspection (for Endurance)
Number: 008

Horse: MVS Wild Guess aka "Grace"
ref: [link]
breed: Egyptian Arabian
age: 15

Owner/Rider/Handler: Heather
ref: [link]
age: date-wise (c. 40) biologically (c. 16)
info: communicates with her animals (half vocal, half telepathic) and trains her horses using purely natural, liberty methods. Runs the Moorland Vale and sleeps in a hammock in the middle of the herdlands.

Stable: Moorland Vale Sanctuary [link]
Stable Date: Vale Year 33 [link]

Prior Shows:
[link] first place in UERA Mini -Comp ([link] )
[link] first place in AIHR Mini Show Flat Race
[link] unjudged as of yet (Race 1 - Namibia) Transcontinental Cup 2011
[link] [link] [link] placing unknown for for A-H-F Competition Egyptian Endurance Race
[link] placing unknown for A-H-F Competition Halter Costume Class
Training Images For This Show: [link] [link]
Refs? (looked at the provided pictures of the arena)

~~~~~~~

Tack had been polished, Grace had been conditioned, and now Heather was getting a new look - just for the Olympics. After pinning her hair back in the world's curliest ponytail, she stared at herself in the tiny looking glass she'd brought along - mainly for it's use as a signal should something go wrong on the trail.

The canvas flaps of MVS's tent whistled open as a buckskin mare trotted in - with something in her mouth. "Heather! your shirt's arrived!"

"Perfect." It was just what the new look called for. Heather slipped out of her usual faded ruby T and into the caramel colored shirt. She did a spin before the wild bay arab. "What do you think Grace?"

The mare shrugged. "You know I think it's gross that you humans can change your fur like that."

"Then don't think of it as fur - think of it as tack!"

"But you're always wearing something. If your 'clothes' were tack you'd only wear them for special occasions."

"Nevermind." Heather chuckled. She didn't really care one way or another how she looked so long as she got to the yard in time for Inspection. "Come on Grace, we're gonna be late!" Heather took two quickly running strides, yanked a leadrope off the tent pole and vaulted onto Grave's back.

The two burst out of the tent and shifted into a high canter - narrowly avvoiding other contestants as they careened towards the place where everyone else was always lining up and looking pretty.~