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The Winter Blues 2021
Featuring Anastasia Raskova & AVR Saint Alexandra the Passion Bearer

THURSDAY 12:27 PM :: Preparing for Obertaurer Halter Class, at location #26

Alix had been left with her keeper's mother, a sharped edged woman who watched her every move so be it a flinch or change of foot with a careful eye. She sensed it was an attempt to size her up, intimidate the snow-raised mare into handing over the respect with lowered head and tucked tail. But to the Russian's dismay Alix stood firm in waiting for Alistair to return with his "gift", ignoring the other presence as if she simply didn't exist.

Minutes had passed in cold silence while Alix searched for his return but a jerk down by an unknown force startled her from her guard and the mare was brought into abrupt conversation. Unfortunately the first few sentences were missed, but the tone carried in them bled with deepest sincerity. A care found only between mother and child wound so tight by thousands of trails and tribulations. "-he is doing a lot for you. Do not take this much effort as normal, for granted." Ana loosened her hold on the halter, simmering down from her intense burst of motherly love. "He moved for you. All the way from the comfort of his room in Russia to a dirty ranch just to learn to work with you. You are his bridge, Alix, to a different life than the heartache he has known. And I trust, expect from you, that you will take care of my son."

The mare responded in slow blink, giving small cues that assured the woman she had heard every single word and committed it to mind in the form of a contract sworn to protect a broken man. She was rewarded with a pat on the shoulder that was paired with a rare smile from Ana. Soon Alistair returned from his desperate search caused by a running mind that never seemed to stop and think just where he had left the halter and lead bought just for this occasion.

"I thought this would look good on her, give her the image of a queen- what do you think?" Alistair inquired, eager to know what to decide upon before he entered the show ring. But to his dismay his mother had never been the sort of person to know exactly what looks good, and by her design she would go with something dust and old, so called "rustic" by her eyes. After a pause she tilted her head, getting a good look of the new purchase against Alix's cheek. The halter was a careful accent, completely opposite from her stable one but allowed for others to observe in full the beautiful white head that rested upon a strong neck.

"Go with the pearl one. I think it will sell her look well."

Alistair slipped off the previous halter, thanking Alix in silent manner for being so patient and willing to deal with his costume choices. She was already looking at him with concern for the flashy outfit he decided to bring to the class but it matched in a sort of weird way. Little did Alix know Alistair went through the trouble of designing the outfit himself along with Aiden, hoping to reflect upon the Imperial court the real Russian Queen took part in. With final fittings worked out, her new show halter dazzled upon her pale cheek. The Queen was ready for the stage.

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Description

The Winter Blues 2021
Featuring Anastasia Raskova & AVR Saint Alexandra the Passion Bearer

THURSDAY 12:27 PM :: Preparing for Obertaurer Halter Class, at location #26

Alix had been left with her keeper's mother, a sharped edged woman who watched her every move so be it a flinch or change of foot with a careful eye. She sensed it was an attempt to size her up, intimidate the snow-raised mare into handing over the respect with lowered head and tucked tail. But to the Russian's dismay Alix stood firm in waiting for Alistair to return with his "gift", ignoring the other presence as if she simply didn't exist.

Minutes had passed in cold silence while Alix searched for his return but a jerk down by an unknown force startled her from her guard and the mare was brought into abrupt conversation. Unfortunately the first few sentences were missed, but the tone carried in them bled with deepest sincerity. A care found only between mother and child wound so tight by thousands of trails and tribulations. "-he is doing a lot for you. Do not take this much effort as normal, for granted." Ana loosened her hold on the halter, simmering down from her intense burst of motherly love. "He moved for you. All the way from the comfort of his room in Russia to a dirty ranch just to learn to work with you. You are his bridge, Alix, to a different life than the heartache he has known. And I trust, expect from you, that you will take care of my son."

The mare responded in slow blink, giving small cues that assured the woman she had heard every single word and committed it to mind in the form of a contract sworn to protect a broken man. She was rewarded with a pat on the shoulder that was paired with a rare smile from Ana. Soon Alistair returned from his desperate search caused by a running mind that never seemed to stop and think just where he had left the halter and lead bought just for this occasion.

"I thought this would look good on her, give her the image of a queen- what do you think?" Alistair inquired, eager to know what to decide upon before he entered the show ring. But to his dismay his mother had never been the sort of person to know exactly what looks good, and by her design she would go with something dust and old, so called "rustic" by her eyes. After a pause she tilted her head, getting a good look of the new purchase against Alix's cheek. The halter was a careful accent, completely opposite from her stable one but allowed for others to observe in full the beautiful white head that rested upon a strong neck.

"Go with the pearl one. I think it will sell her look well."

Alistair slipped off the previous halter, thanking Alix in silent manner for being so patient and willing to deal with his costume choices. She was already looking at him with concern for the flashy outfit he decided to bring to the class but it matched in a sort of weird way. Little did Alix know Alistair went through the trouble of designing the outfit himself along with Aiden, hoping to reflect upon the Imperial court the real Russian Queen took part in. With final fittings worked out, her new show halter dazzled upon her pale cheek. The Queen was ready for the stage.

NO REFS USED