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Caden stepped down from the trailer, his boots hitting the dusty ground with a quiet thud. Beside him, Elysia, the dark bay stallion, shifted restlessly, sensing the anticipation in the air. The semi-qualifiers were just ahead, a vast arena buzzing with excitement and the hum of competition. Caden ran a hand along Elysia’s sleek coat, grounding both himself and the horse as they prepared to face the challenge. Elysia snorted, eyes bright with both curiosity and the promise of performance. The sound of hooves striking the gravel echoed, and Caden adjusted his grip on the reins. The stallion stood tall, proud, ready to show the world what they could do. Today, they were a team, and nothing else mattered. |
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Emma pat Lexi, content to wait for their class. She sighed, not knowing what this specific show would bring. What if she refuses a jump? Or gets hurt? Please no...... She thought, brushing off her show clothes. She went over to the brushes and organized them by type, then color. Really she was just finding thingsto do as she didn't know when she would be competing today. She then grabbed a snack before sitting on a chair next to the trailer and eating it. |
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Caden Ortiz Caden’s nerves were steady as he trotted Elysia, his powerful dark bay stallion, around the warm-up ring. The air was thick with excitement, but Caden trusted Elysia’s focus, knowing the horse had always risen to the challenge. They approached the first jump with perfect timing, Elysia's hooves hitting the ground lightly before launching over the obstacle with grace. The crowd’s cheers faded as Caden zeroed in on the next few jumps, his hands steady on the reins. With each hurdle, Elysia soared effortlessly, his strength and agility unmatched. The final jump loomed ahead—a tricky combination—but Caden and Elysia were in sync. With a burst of power, the stallion cleared it flawlessly, landing smoothly. Together, they had conquered the course. |
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Edited at April 15, 2025 09:33 PM by RFS Thoroughbreds
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Caden praised the stallion, looking back and seeing they'd only knocked one pole. He beamed, turning the horse into a circle and slowing to a walk before riding back to the warm up arena to cool out. The man didn't really care if he made it the Invitational, just cared he rode well and him and Elysia were in sync. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
