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Cloverfield's Shamrock Classic
by PaintedWisely

| Horse: BA Achates | | Rider: Isa Rodyo | | Starting Number: 273 | | Class: Shamrock Cup |
.: | Bloodstone Acres - United States |:.

| Theme Music: Best of You by Foo Fighters |

| Placement: --|

| Previous experience: |
.: | With Light Feet and Nimble Hearts | :.

| Ads: |

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{ ... Another Thing Comes Up }

<-- | Previous: E4.S1 ||

In the guest barn of Cloverfield Eventing, between classes..

Wren rose with a puff, dusting herself off with a wish for some confidence and grounding, she turned to face their maker and froze when she took in what all this woman was. She was tall and serene, her hair pulled into a neat deep red plait and the expression she wore was of amusement -- pure joy of life, blazing behind cool ice. She was covered in art, tattoos from regions far and wide, but her single most noticeable features were her eyes. They both dazzled and bore into your soul, crawling in and making a home in your mind, peering into every thought and idea.

She cleared her throat.
"Wren." She purred.

Her arms crossed over her chest, mouth twitching with satisfaction of reaction.
"The name is Monique. I'm here to offer you a job." A brow cocked and a hip tilted.

Wren's soul crawled out of her body at this point and disappeared into some dimension that wasn't there. A job?...All this, for A JOB. Her mind surged and pummeled over every idea it could, trying to pull something out of nothing to respond to this all that was available to her came a...

"Go ooon." She rolled, placing her hands on her hips. The woman who called herself Monique, Wren wasn't sure of anything being true at this point, cocked her jaw and for the first time broke a smile before speaking.

"I understand that you and your partner are here from Australia, I represent a private facility in the North East of North America. The manager of his facility, is your brother." She paused, allowing that last note to really sink in -- your brother. The lack of a response nor reaction from Wren led Monique to continue. "On..behalf of the news of both your arrival and your mother, he would like to extend the invitation for you two to meet and, if all goes well, you and your friend will stay as a rider." She finished, placing her hands in her pockets.

Wren pursed her lips then slowly nodded. Her gaze swept the ground and she danced in her spot, fidgeting out her thoughts.
"Soo, how do I know this isn't some hoax..and that you're not going to kill me and steal my horses in the middle of the woods somewhere? Also what are the possible conditions and what can you tell me about this facility?" Wren strode to a tack trunk, gesturing to a hay bale nearby for Monique to sit. Monique nodded and with the most ungodly amount of composure and grace, sat down and swept her hands to her knee.

She cleared her throat and began.

"Bloodstone Acres, is ancient. It is a place where the land owns itself and those who live there simple care and love for her. Your job will be tending horses, gardens, and aiding in the care of the facility. Your brother sent me with this," She pulled a fabulous looking letter from her jeans, the piece was on parchment and was sealed with wax and embossed with a golden ink...and some that looked somewhat of blood..Monique placed it in a now gingerly outstretched hand from Wren. "I was only told that he knows about your personal struggles because your family still stayed in contact even if you could not live intertwined -- yet, you will have to ask him more, I was simply sent with a script. You can look up more about us on our website, frankly there is nothing I could say that might give you false expectations so I would rather leave the decision to you." Her honest and matter of fact energy calmed Wren. She knew the woman told the truth because she felt Monique's candor.

"I..will have to talk to my friend, it wouldn't be fair to leave her alone to fair for herself. We also have some competitive obligations. Could I contact you tonight to see how we feel?"

"Of course we wouldn't expect anything else, here is my number," She handed Wren a much less ornate piece of paper with a phone number on it, "Call me no later than midnight, if you can help it, I have to be on the move and it would be difficult for me to get information to you." Monique smiled and stood, brushing her butt off and then extending her hand to Wren, "It was nice meeting you and I hope to hear from you soon, please at least entertain a visit if you don't need the work, if you can. Family is important." She shook Wren's hand and with a bow of her head she sauntered away, the familiar tapping of her heels heard after her.

Wren shook her head but she couldn't clear the thoughts, or the feeling that she had been told the truth but not the entire truth. Something was still missing. How could I hear her voice in my head? Why did I lose control and get scared like that? She felt embarrassed for her jump to conclusions that could give whiplash but she felt something and she couldn't quite put a finger on it. She stood and nosed around the guest area for a kitchen that would have coffee, once she found her prize she headed back to Isa, arriving just in time to coach her on the new jump set for the cup.

"Your last round, was unfocused for obvious reasons, I want you to know that what happened last night has completely shifted and I have good news. BUT for now we need to practice focus, because if you can't narrow in on your ride anything from fear to self-criticism. Tap in, sit deep, and breathe. Sit those corners and keep your outside leg back." Wren finished in time for the bell for Isa's round to begin.

Isa tipped her helmet to her friend and cantered into the arena, feeling proud and tall and aware. She was connected to Achates and could feel his strides, his breaths, and his confidence. No matter what happened, they were ready. They came to a halt, saluted the judges and continued on to a flawless round.

It was much later that evening when the girls had finally settled in and could even begin to think about talking...

Word count:
1062

|| Next: E6.S1 | - ->

Horse Depicted: Achates R

Reference(s): Show Jumping by sim-stock

Tools: Procreate

Art, Achates, Sol (C) Rowanth3tree

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All rights to this image belong to me
You may not copy, reproduce, trace, or claim rights to this art. Permission is required for ANY USE. Contact Rowanth3tree for more information on use or for commissions.

Description
I am pleasantly surprised with how this turned out, lineart and everything I am feeling good with how my digital art is going and am starting to get into the rhythm of workflow with digital creating and am eager to fine tune my style.
Cloverfield's Shamrock Classic
by PaintedWisely

| Horse: BA Achates | | Rider: Isa Rodyo | | Starting Number: 273 | | Class: Shamrock Cup |
.: | Bloodstone Acres - United States |:.

| Theme Music: Best of You by Foo Fighters |

| Placement: --|

| Previous experience: |
.: | With Light Feet and Nimble Hearts | :.

| Ads: |

--

| Extras: |

--

| Features/Collabs: |

--

{ ... Another Thing Comes Up }

<-- | Previous: E4.S1 ||

In the guest barn of Cloverfield Eventing, between classes..

Wren rose with a puff, dusting herself off with a wish for some confidence and grounding, she turned to face their maker and froze when she took in what all this woman was. She was tall and serene, her hair pulled into a neat deep red plait and the expression she wore was of amusement -- pure joy of life, blazing behind cool ice. She was covered in art, tattoos from regions far and wide, but her single most noticeable features were her eyes. They both dazzled and bore into your soul, crawling in and making a home in your mind, peering into every thought and idea.

She cleared her throat.
"Wren." She purred.

Her arms crossed over her chest, mouth twitching with satisfaction of reaction.
"The name is Monique. I'm here to offer you a job." A brow cocked and a hip tilted.

Wren's soul crawled out of her body at this point and disappeared into some dimension that wasn't there. A job?...All this, for A JOB. Her mind surged and pummeled over every idea it could, trying to pull something out of nothing to respond to this all that was available to her came a...

"Go ooon." She rolled, placing her hands on her hips. The woman who called herself Monique, Wren wasn't sure of anything being true at this point, cocked her jaw and for the first time broke a smile before speaking.

"I understand that you and your partner are here from Australia, I represent a private facility in the North East of North America. The manager of his facility, is your brother." She paused, allowing that last note to really sink in -- your brother. The lack of a response nor reaction from Wren led Monique to continue. "On..behalf of the news of both your arrival and your mother, he would like to extend the invitation for you two to meet and, if all goes well, you and your friend will stay as a rider." She finished, placing her hands in her pockets.

Wren pursed her lips then slowly nodded. Her gaze swept the ground and she danced in her spot, fidgeting out her thoughts.
"Soo, how do I know this isn't some hoax..and that you're not going to kill me and steal my horses in the middle of the woods somewhere? Also what are the possible conditions and what can you tell me about this facility?" Wren strode to a tack trunk, gesturing to a hay bale nearby for Monique to sit. Monique nodded and with the most ungodly amount of composure and grace, sat down and swept her hands to her knee.

She cleared her throat and began.

"Bloodstone Acres, is ancient. It is a place where the land owns itself and those who live there simple care and love for her. Your job will be tending horses, gardens, and aiding in the care of the facility. Your brother sent me with this," She pulled a fabulous looking letter from her jeans, the piece was on parchment and was sealed with wax and embossed with a golden ink...and some that looked somewhat of blood..Monique placed it in a now gingerly outstretched hand from Wren. "I was only told that he knows about your personal struggles because your family still stayed in contact even if you could not live intertwined -- yet, you will have to ask him more, I was simply sent with a script. You can look up more about us on our website, frankly there is nothing I could say that might give you false expectations so I would rather leave the decision to you." Her honest and matter of fact energy calmed Wren. She knew the woman told the truth because she felt Monique's candor.

"I..will have to talk to my friend, it wouldn't be fair to leave her alone to fair for herself. We also have some competitive obligations. Could I contact you tonight to see how we feel?"

"Of course we wouldn't expect anything else, here is my number," She handed Wren a much less ornate piece of paper with a phone number on it, "Call me no later than midnight, if you can help it, I have to be on the move and it would be difficult for me to get information to you." Monique smiled and stood, brushing her butt off and then extending her hand to Wren, "It was nice meeting you and I hope to hear from you soon, please at least entertain a visit if you don't need the work, if you can. Family is important." She shook Wren's hand and with a bow of her head she sauntered away, the familiar tapping of her heels heard after her.

Wren shook her head but she couldn't clear the thoughts, or the feeling that she had been told the truth but not the entire truth. Something was still missing. How could I hear her voice in my head? Why did I lose control and get scared like that? She felt embarrassed for her jump to conclusions that could give whiplash but she felt something and she couldn't quite put a finger on it. She stood and nosed around the guest area for a kitchen that would have coffee, once she found her prize she headed back to Isa, arriving just in time to coach her on the new jump set for the cup.

"Your last round, was unfocused for obvious reasons, I want you to know that what happened last night has completely shifted and I have good news. BUT for now we need to practice focus, because if you can't narrow in on your ride anything from fear to self-criticism. Tap in, sit deep, and breathe. Sit those corners and keep your outside leg back." Wren finished in time for the bell for Isa's round to begin.

Isa tipped her helmet to her friend and cantered into the arena, feeling proud and tall and aware. She was connected to Achates and could feel his strides, his breaths, and his confidence. No matter what happened, they were ready. They came to a halt, saluted the judges and continued on to a flawless round.

It was much later that evening when the girls had finally settled in and could even begin to think about talking...

Word count:
1062

|| Next: E6.S1 | - ->

Horse Depicted: Achates R

Reference(s): Show Jumping by sim-stock

Tools: Procreate

Art, Achates, Sol (C) Rowanth3tree

.
All rights to this image belong to me
You may not copy, reproduce, trace, or claim rights to this art. Permission is required for ANY USE. Contact Rowanth3tree for more information on use or for commissions.