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Horse: Talal
Rider:Mikayla (34)
Class: Australia 3DE in Adelaide/ Cloudy/ 5YO/$10,555 (AUS)
Show:AUSe-Olympics | Monthly Show | MARCH OPEN

The sky rumbled in the distance, despite the deep blues peeking through the dark clouds. It wasn't scheduled to rain, but life was sometimes like that. The rain came and went when it pleased, weather channel be damned. The snow was slowly creeping away, what was left from their most recent snowstorm seemed to stick towards the edge of the forest where the sun’s rays failed to melt it away.
Talal snorted as Mikayla tacked him up. The bay roan hadn’t competed in quite a while, though his rider had certain made sure to keep him and the others in shape, with a little help from the other riders in the stable. The roan stallion had become a constant companion for the younger bay dusana who frequently trailed with him to the competitions- even if the dusana was only just coming of age to be competing heavily.
Their owner was rather a stickler for not riding babies, a horse under four years of age shouldn’t be ridden heavily. That didn’t mean she didn’t train her young horses, ground manners were very important. She has a young child who loved horses almost as much as she did, who enthusiastically ran around the horses at the station. She just wanted him to be safe, especially around her horses. Even Coriolanus who was known for being a tempermental shit, having been bought as a feral from YaS when the station was around, was well behaved around her son.
Mikayla lifted herself into the saddle. Her skin had gotten paler, form thinner than when she was actively competing. She was no longer leaping into the saddle like she used to, her strength having temporarily waned. It was an effort, but an effort she had to make to get back into shape, to strive to being better. She had to be a model and then some for her son. Mikayla trotted Talal to the arena, the pattern memorized firmly in her head as they went onto the sand.

Word Count: 333

Fixing up and old piece that was never posted for a show I didn't have the time to compete in.
I'll finish the story when I get home form work in like.. 10 hours. hopefully. maybe.

No references used, sorry for the wonky anatomy!

Description
Horse: Talal
Rider:Mikayla (34)
Class: Australia 3DE in Adelaide/ Cloudy/ 5YO/$10,555 (AUS)
Show:AUSe-Olympics | Monthly Show | MARCH OPEN

The sky rumbled in the distance, despite the deep blues peeking through the dark clouds. It wasn't scheduled to rain, but life was sometimes like that. The rain came and went when it pleased, weather channel be damned. The snow was slowly creeping away, what was left from their most recent snowstorm seemed to stick towards the edge of the forest where the sun’s rays failed to melt it away.
Talal snorted as Mikayla tacked him up. The bay roan hadn’t competed in quite a while, though his rider had certain made sure to keep him and the others in shape, with a little help from the other riders in the stable. The roan stallion had become a constant companion for the younger bay dusana who frequently trailed with him to the competitions- even if the dusana was only just coming of age to be competing heavily.
Their owner was rather a stickler for not riding babies, a horse under four years of age shouldn’t be ridden heavily. That didn’t mean she didn’t train her young horses, ground manners were very important. She has a young child who loved horses almost as much as she did, who enthusiastically ran around the horses at the station. She just wanted him to be safe, especially around her horses. Even Coriolanus who was known for being a tempermental shit, having been bought as a feral from YaS when the station was around, was well behaved around her son.
Mikayla lifted herself into the saddle. Her skin had gotten paler, form thinner than when she was actively competing. She was no longer leaping into the saddle like she used to, her strength having temporarily waned. It was an effort, but an effort she had to make to get back into shape, to strive to being better. She had to be a model and then some for her son. Mikayla trotted Talal to the arena, the pattern memorized firmly in her head as they went onto the sand.

Word Count: 333

Fixing up and old piece that was never posted for a show I didn't have the time to compete in.
I'll finish the story when I get home form work in like.. 10 hours. hopefully. maybe.

No references used, sorry for the wonky anatomy!