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This started as our participation to the XC clinic for the Viking-Tour *couch cough* hence the vests. buuuut when I saw who was hosting the SJ clinic I couldn't resist switching it Cattarb I'm coming for your boys next   Sol and Wren have been working very hard with her sighting of spirits but when it comes to the random visitors from this plane, there is no real preps for that it seems like a rabbit has made her home somewhere near the SJ field and was quite as surprised as Soleas when she found out there was a derby on her front step   It was soooo much fun drawing Sammy, I've been watching him for about a decade so drawing him with my crew felt very honoring to say the least

The story is written including some events that haven't been drawn yet, but it is vague to keep some things under wraps. Despite having only entered in HARPG now, in my mind the crew had gone since DR for the clinics at the least.

Gamla Uppsala | Vikiing Tour III | Show Jumping | Show Jumping clinic with Sammy Sommer at Gamla Uppsala
by FruVider

| Horses: Achates R , Agora de Avalon , Soleas R , RAs Vintage Gamophone | | Riders: Isa Rodyo, Lei Adeer, Wren Ishommer, Sophia Richards | | Instructor: Sammy Sommer |

| Starting Number: -- | | Class: Show Jumping Clinic |
.: | Avalon Bloodstone Acres |:.

| Theme Music: Can't Touch This |

{ Professionally Supervised Blunder }

In travel to the Gamla Uppsala competition...

   The group was finally on their last leg of the Viking tour. The XC phase had thrown them a lovely curveball, at least, it threw Isa and Achates the curveball. The two practically swam their way off course, only for the rain to let up shortly after they had finished their round. Getting the event recomendation from Monique was a pat on the back for the girls, after a year of working with Bloodstone, they both had achieved things that they had dreamed about in riding school. Lei on the other hand was completely unfazed by the energy of the competition. His been there done that energy radiated from him the entire show and he even sported a neck rope... the entire time. If Isa and Wren didn't know him better they would go as far to say that Lei had a chip on his shoulder about something. Not wanting to disrupt their obviously mildly irritated friend and coach, or not so much, it was hard to tell through the deadpan, or to burst thebubble they quietly kept their distanced and an eye out for Lei. He was never the type to emote frivously as it went against every tool he used for training his horses, but obviously something that gotten under his skin and left him askew.

For the time of the competition, Lei and the girls had been living in Europe, moving after each event and schooling where they arrived until the next phase. It was a happy little system and gave everyone a very lush break from the general rigors of day to day life at the stables. Wren was happy to be as far away physically as she could imagine from Dareen. The two of them hadn't spoken after their encounter following the Cross Country clinic at Gudvangen and she would like to keep that for as long as possible, forever even. Isa would gently poke about it, to which Wren shut her down and out everytime. She could hardly process what she was feeling about the whole ordeal, she couldn't risk telling someone else and letting their emotions getting involved.

The three drove their lorry in pregnant silence through the lush rolling hills of the surrounding area. The trees had just started to change colour and even sprinkle their leaves on the forest floor, soon they would litter the ground as they beckon in the frost and rest of winter.

- | - ~ * ~ - | - + - | - ~ * ~ - | -

"I'm not talking to him." Wren said firmly, closing the stall door behind her and Sol, looking at Isa through the bars. "I don't want to and don't have to." Wren made a face at the idea of being forced into conversation with Dareen before quickly turning her attention back to Soleas. Wren made the mistake of letting an acidic comment about Dareen slip, to which Isa easily put some pieces together. When she prodded, she was so accurate that Wren's flush gave her away before she had a chance to protest.

"I mean, you have to, if you ever want to have a non-awkward work situation or to not make work a weird Hell for the rest of us." Isa rolled her eyes and walked away. Her words stung Wren, who's mouth hung slightly open in shock from the statement. She loved her friend but what a fucking notion. You have to because you'll make a work Hell for everyone else, if you don't.

Well. She could always quick, no one would see that coming and then she could say Hell with all of it. She narrowed her eyes at the thought and began to ponder out the possibility before Sol bumped her, knocking her out of her stupor. She wanted this stuffy cooler off and some hay and standing around making angry faces and being upset wasn't very fun to be around. Wren chuckled at her mare and patted her neck before going to work.

Her friend did have a point though, she loved her job and her family, if she wanted to keep her personal life personal, she would have to handle matters head on. Even if that meant finding out something she didn't want to know...

- | - ~ * ~ - | - + - | - ~ * ~ - | -

At 5 o'clock the morning of the clinic Wren arrived to the barn. A fog nestled over the competition grounds, hugging the stables and rings in elusive shadows. Grooms, riders, and trainers had been funneling into the barn since well before 5 AM, casting various orbs of light through the mists, intriguing the local faery and wild life. Wren swore as she entered the barn aisle she saw colours dancing near the God mounds but they didn't linger after a second glance, taking the hint neither did she. Wren had been used to the occurances of fae and other spirits, after starting work with Lei and Turik, they both concluded very quickly that Soleas was a special horse that was called a "Seer".

  While most animals and some humans are able to see spirits, either when the spirit allows or sometimes in passing or if the animal is in a special consciousness, Soleas saw spirits all the time. She saw spirits who didn't want to be seen, ones who weren't from Earth's fae plane, and some crazy things in-between. In Crios this skill was sought out to be bred into bloodlines, only for people to find it just happens. You had people who managed to breed generation after generations of Seers like the Strummaiger family had achieved, or like the Richmond family and many others, it was a stroke of luck. And you were lucky as an intentional breeder, if you got 1 seer every 5 years. It was rumored you were luckier breeding yourself as a private owner than a commerical breeder because the Divine chose whether the horse was a Seer. Genetics, had nothing to do with it and wouldn't affect the foal's ability to display or pass it.

  This ability had contributed to most of, if not all of, Soleas' outbursts. Which made sense to Wren looking back at everything. Every spook, every bolt, buck, and refusal, all had happened in situations that were more than quiet or beginner friendly. Especially since as Wren started experiencing this, she started putting everything on stimulus control and still no improvement. Since working with two Seers themselves, Sol's skills had skyrocketed, and Wren even started noticing some...changes.

Ducking into the stable and under the protection of other people's glances, she headed for her favorite stripe faced readhead with a carrot offering.

- | - ~ * ~ - | - + - | - ~ * ~ - | -



"Alright, we're going to take today nice and easy and work on our approach tactics and flatting. Everyone warm up how you normally would on the flat and take your time. The point here is to let your horse fill out their space and let them get moving." Sammy smiled out at the group, sending them off.

"I promise we won't charge you, this time, Sophia !" Wren chimed playfully at the woman atop Vintage Gamophone . After Sol's Not So Young, Baby Moment , the previous Summer the two were well accquainted. It only seemed fitting once Pheasant Ridge offered the buckskin for sale that he come to Bloodstone to avoid anymore accidental Sol collistions

The two laughed with each other before quietly tuning into their horses. Sol was on fire, she was open and forward in a rhythmic march across the field, tail carried proudly. Their cross country clinic at Gudvangen had taught Wren some meaningful uses for Sol's need for drama and curiosity. The mare was happy to use her body and move out all of the zeal she woke up this morning with, knocking sass occassionally with Agora. Agora, who alway kept to herself would anywhere from squeak to squeal at Sol when she came too close with her sass train. She was the younger of the two but was the more experienced in competition, Sol was her favorite mare but she wasn't used to her porjecting this energy.

While the girls sorted themselves amongst the group, Achates was just happy to be out and doing his favorite thing. The boy loved to jump. He did his Dressage works and passed with astronomical numbers, but his heart was always where the jumps were. He paitently worked alongside the mild cat fight and through different lateral patterns while taking glances at the jumps as he passed by. Most of them were lower than he worked at home but some were bigger to which he threw a little extra spunky when cued near those. He wanted to show himself off, he craved being pushed and challenged. If Isa wasn't as careful as she was, the pair might even take on Puissance.

After 20 or so minutes of Sammy watching the group, he called them in to explain their first exercise. They would ask their horses through a simple grid that was just ground rails, everyone would go a a couple of times, or as many as it took for their mount to understand, then they would put the rails in the cups. It was a short time before they were all working on the grid and moving to more technical questions. All of them revolved around setting up your horse for the jump, either with turns or through crooked lines, uneven strided lines, a little bit of everything. The point was the same, get to the jump with rounded power and, hopefully, over it safely.

Everything was going well and was more business than usual, the horses and the team loved Sammy and the exercises they were given. Sol, for the third time today, was working down an Oxer line that could be a 3,4, or 5 strided line depending on your horse and how forward you were. You were supposed to go over and each time change the distance in between. It was on this third time, that the rabbit decided it was time to go home to her kits for the day and shook Soleas to high heaven.

Wren of course didn't fall off, she rarely does. Sammy got a lovely close up of some extreme stickibility

  Luckily, the whole thing was captured by Sophia, so Wren can always remeber how agile and athletic they are

Word count: 1711 words

Horses Depicted: Achates R , Agora de Avalon , Soleas R , RAs Vintage Gamophone

Reference(s): [Skeletal Traced] Helix Rodeo 09: Roany | HC 13 | searching for the Achates and Agora one >.>
Tools: Procreate

Vintage Gamophone (C) OwlieOwl
Art and Everyone else (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.

Description

This started as our participation to the XC clinic for the Viking-Tour *couch cough* hence the vests. buuuut when I saw who was hosting the SJ clinic I couldn't resist switching it Cattarb I'm coming for your boys next   Sol and Wren have been working very hard with her sighting of spirits but when it comes to the random visitors from this plane, there is no real preps for that it seems like a rabbit has made her home somewhere near the SJ field and was quite as surprised as Soleas when she found out there was a derby on her front step   It was soooo much fun drawing Sammy, I've been watching him for about a decade so drawing him with my crew felt very honoring to say the least

The story is written including some events that haven't been drawn yet, but it is vague to keep some things under wraps. Despite having only entered in HARPG now, in my mind the crew had gone since DR for the clinics at the least.

Gamla Uppsala | Vikiing Tour III | Show Jumping | Show Jumping clinic with Sammy Sommer at Gamla Uppsala
by FruVider

| Horses: Achates R , Agora de Avalon , Soleas R , RAs Vintage Gamophone | | Riders: Isa Rodyo, Lei Adeer, Wren Ishommer, Sophia Richards | | Instructor: Sammy Sommer |

| Starting Number: -- | | Class: Show Jumping Clinic |
.: | Avalon Bloodstone Acres |:.

| Theme Music: Can't Touch This |

{ Professionally Supervised Blunder }

In travel to the Gamla Uppsala competition...

   The group was finally on their last leg of the Viking tour. The XC phase had thrown them a lovely curveball, at least, it threw Isa and Achates the curveball. The two practically swam their way off course, only for the rain to let up shortly after they had finished their round. Getting the event recomendation from Monique was a pat on the back for the girls, after a year of working with Bloodstone, they both had achieved things that they had dreamed about in riding school. Lei on the other hand was completely unfazed by the energy of the competition. His been there done that energy radiated from him the entire show and he even sported a neck rope... the entire time. If Isa and Wren didn't know him better they would go as far to say that Lei had a chip on his shoulder about something. Not wanting to disrupt their obviously mildly irritated friend and coach, or not so much, it was hard to tell through the deadpan, or to burst thebubble they quietly kept their distanced and an eye out for Lei. He was never the type to emote frivously as it went against every tool he used for training his horses, but obviously something that gotten under his skin and left him askew.

For the time of the competition, Lei and the girls had been living in Europe, moving after each event and schooling where they arrived until the next phase. It was a happy little system and gave everyone a very lush break from the general rigors of day to day life at the stables. Wren was happy to be as far away physically as she could imagine from Dareen. The two of them hadn't spoken after their encounter following the Cross Country clinic at Gudvangen and she would like to keep that for as long as possible, forever even. Isa would gently poke about it, to which Wren shut her down and out everytime. She could hardly process what she was feeling about the whole ordeal, she couldn't risk telling someone else and letting their emotions getting involved.

The three drove their lorry in pregnant silence through the lush rolling hills of the surrounding area. The trees had just started to change colour and even sprinkle their leaves on the forest floor, soon they would litter the ground as they beckon in the frost and rest of winter.

- | - ~ * ~ - | - + - | - ~ * ~ - | -

"I'm not talking to him." Wren said firmly, closing the stall door behind her and Sol, looking at Isa through the bars. "I don't want to and don't have to." Wren made a face at the idea of being forced into conversation with Dareen before quickly turning her attention back to Soleas. Wren made the mistake of letting an acidic comment about Dareen slip, to which Isa easily put some pieces together. When she prodded, she was so accurate that Wren's flush gave her away before she had a chance to protest.

"I mean, you have to, if you ever want to have a non-awkward work situation or to not make work a weird Hell for the rest of us." Isa rolled her eyes and walked away. Her words stung Wren, who's mouth hung slightly open in shock from the statement. She loved her friend but what a fucking notion. You have to because you'll make a work Hell for everyone else, if you don't.

Well. She could always quick, no one would see that coming and then she could say Hell with all of it. She narrowed her eyes at the thought and began to ponder out the possibility before Sol bumped her, knocking her out of her stupor. She wanted this stuffy cooler off and some hay and standing around making angry faces and being upset wasn't very fun to be around. Wren chuckled at her mare and patted her neck before going to work.

Her friend did have a point though, she loved her job and her family, if she wanted to keep her personal life personal, she would have to handle matters head on. Even if that meant finding out something she didn't want to know...

- | - ~ * ~ - | - + - | - ~ * ~ - | -

At 5 o'clock the morning of the clinic Wren arrived to the barn. A fog nestled over the competition grounds, hugging the stables and rings in elusive shadows. Grooms, riders, and trainers had been funneling into the barn since well before 5 AM, casting various orbs of light through the mists, intriguing the local faery and wild life. Wren swore as she entered the barn aisle she saw colours dancing near the God mounds but they didn't linger after a second glance, taking the hint neither did she. Wren had been used to the occurances of fae and other spirits, after starting work with Lei and Turik, they both concluded very quickly that Soleas was a special horse that was called a "Seer".

  While most animals and some humans are able to see spirits, either when the spirit allows or sometimes in passing or if the animal is in a special consciousness, Soleas saw spirits all the time. She saw spirits who didn't want to be seen, ones who weren't from Earth's fae plane, and some crazy things in-between. In Crios this skill was sought out to be bred into bloodlines, only for people to find it just happens. You had people who managed to breed generation after generations of Seers like the Strummaiger family had achieved, or like the Richmond family and many others, it was a stroke of luck. And you were lucky as an intentional breeder, if you got 1 seer every 5 years. It was rumored you were luckier breeding yourself as a private owner than a commerical breeder because the Divine chose whether the horse was a Seer. Genetics, had nothing to do with it and wouldn't affect the foal's ability to display or pass it.

  This ability had contributed to most of, if not all of, Soleas' outbursts. Which made sense to Wren looking back at everything. Every spook, every bolt, buck, and refusal, all had happened in situations that were more than quiet or beginner friendly. Especially since as Wren started experiencing this, she started putting everything on stimulus control and still no improvement. Since working with two Seers themselves, Sol's skills had skyrocketed, and Wren even started noticing some...changes.

Ducking into the stable and under the protection of other people's glances, she headed for her favorite stripe faced readhead with a carrot offering.

- | - ~ * ~ - | - + - | - ~ * ~ - | -



"Alright, we're going to take today nice and easy and work on our approach tactics and flatting. Everyone warm up how you normally would on the flat and take your time. The point here is to let your horse fill out their space and let them get moving." Sammy smiled out at the group, sending them off.

"I promise we won't charge you, this time, Sophia !" Wren chimed playfully at the woman atop Vintage Gamophone . After Sol's Not So Young, Baby Moment , the previous Summer the two were well accquainted. It only seemed fitting once Pheasant Ridge offered the buckskin for sale that he come to Bloodstone to avoid anymore accidental Sol collistions

The two laughed with each other before quietly tuning into their horses. Sol was on fire, she was open and forward in a rhythmic march across the field, tail carried proudly. Their cross country clinic at Gudvangen had taught Wren some meaningful uses for Sol's need for drama and curiosity. The mare was happy to use her body and move out all of the zeal she woke up this morning with, knocking sass occassionally with Agora. Agora, who alway kept to herself would anywhere from squeak to squeal at Sol when she came too close with her sass train. She was the younger of the two but was the more experienced in competition, Sol was her favorite mare but she wasn't used to her porjecting this energy.

While the girls sorted themselves amongst the group, Achates was just happy to be out and doing his favorite thing. The boy loved to jump. He did his Dressage works and passed with astronomical numbers, but his heart was always where the jumps were. He paitently worked alongside the mild cat fight and through different lateral patterns while taking glances at the jumps as he passed by. Most of them were lower than he worked at home but some were bigger to which he threw a little extra spunky when cued near those. He wanted to show himself off, he craved being pushed and challenged. If Isa wasn't as careful as she was, the pair might even take on Puissance.

After 20 or so minutes of Sammy watching the group, he called them in to explain their first exercise. They would ask their horses through a simple grid that was just ground rails, everyone would go a a couple of times, or as many as it took for their mount to understand, then they would put the rails in the cups. It was a short time before they were all working on the grid and moving to more technical questions. All of them revolved around setting up your horse for the jump, either with turns or through crooked lines, uneven strided lines, a little bit of everything. The point was the same, get to the jump with rounded power and, hopefully, over it safely.

Everything was going well and was more business than usual, the horses and the team loved Sammy and the exercises they were given. Sol, for the third time today, was working down an Oxer line that could be a 3,4, or 5 strided line depending on your horse and how forward you were. You were supposed to go over and each time change the distance in between. It was on this third time, that the rabbit decided it was time to go home to her kits for the day and shook Soleas to high heaven.

Wren of course didn't fall off, she rarely does. Sammy got a lovely close up of some extreme stickibility

  Luckily, the whole thing was captured by Sophia, so Wren can always remeber how agile and athletic they are

Word count: 1711 words

Horses Depicted: Achates R , Agora de Avalon , Soleas R , RAs Vintage Gamophone

Reference(s): [Skeletal Traced] Helix Rodeo 09: Roany | HC 13 | searching for the Achates and Agora one >.>
Tools: Procreate

Vintage Gamophone (C) OwlieOwl
Art and Everyone else (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.