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Kinavara Kalumburu competing at GC’s Three Day Eventing

Horse Name: Kinavara’s Kalumburru
Handler: Lincoln Wheeler
Name Of Stable: Kinavara Stud
Country: Australia
Number: 24

Story:
Not everyone gets to grow up with their dream horse, let alone bring your dream horse through the training you had set out for them months in advance and watch as the horse excelled under your own hands. Lincoln was forever grateful for that. For being able to bring up Kalum as his very own and prove over and over again that the young stallion was filled to the brim with bubbling potential that could bring him high up in the horse world. Going into one of his first events, he didn’t expect much, or tried not to. Kalum, only being four years old, had really only been shown in hand before all this, with a few under saddle trips and a small over fences class, but they had only been schooling shows, leading up to now where they were stepping into their first class.
Lincoln stroked the neck of the young horse, soothing him as they walked calmly into the arena before picking up the reins, and smoothly working into his canter. lol no had ridden many young horses, he had been working with many back at the stud, and out of them all Kalum really had the most honest but brave step. He was that perfect all around horse, and he cantered up to the first jump with his fiery tail up like a flag behind him before it dropped as he took his first steps over the jump, clearing it with ease and control. He didn’t seem anything but confident, even facing the height of the jump as well as the fact that it was an oxer, meaning he had to stretch a bit more, and of course that is just what he did. He stretched his nose forewarn and brought his knees up. At one point, Lincoln had half the mind to turn the horse into a hunter, but he had too much drive. Lincoln wasn’t a hunter rider. He was someone who appreciated the intricacies of dressage, the accuracy of show jumping, and the rush of adrenaline with cross country. He cared for the horses he had built the relationship with and from there had really developed a nice partnership with. Kalum was above and beyond that. The horse was like a brother to him. Sure, they did not always see eye to eye, but that was not an often occasion. They both had the drive to go farther and show off precisely what it was they could do, and they did it wonderfully.
There were of course times where Lincoln had grown to doubt himself. He would look at Kalum and see a horse that was above his level of talent. A horse that, under someone with more experience, would go so much farther. He tried to look at the others around him for that motivation and of course it didn’t look far to find Eden and Junee. Who were not entering the olympics after several recently successful trips in the world of eventing. She had looked to others for help, but she kept her distance from Lincoln. They didn’t talk often, but that was okay. At one point when Eden realized Lincoln wasn’t going anywhere, she had dragged him along with her to events and shows for who knows why. He had met some of her teammates, and even talked to a few to this day. But him and Eden didn’t talk as much now. He and Carol had grown apart, and Lilli was Lilli. She didn’t talk or try to communicate. She worked with horses and did what it was she wanted to do. She went to a few shows, and even started doing photography which Lincoln admired. He wished she would come now, to this show where he could get some of her pretty photos of Kalum and him. Well not so much him, but Kalum. She was always very calm too, and with his constant nerves he could appreciate someone like that. Who he could stand with in comfortable silence and just relax before having to get up on Kalum where those nerves turned into stupid mistakes in the ring that would frustrate them both as a team.
He glanced back at the arena as he walked out, patting Kalum. The stands were empty, and he pulled up the scarf around his neck to cover his nose and mouth. His eyes fell over those around him who were doing the same. For a moment he cursed the virus, wishing once again for the bustling of a traditional show rather than this one, which allowed no spectators.
(766 words)

Inspired mostly from this
All characters belong to me

Description

Kinavara Kalumburu competing at GC’s Three Day Eventing

Horse Name: Kinavara’s Kalumburru
Handler: Lincoln Wheeler
Name Of Stable: Kinavara Stud
Country: Australia
Number: 24

Story:
Not everyone gets to grow up with their dream horse, let alone bring your dream horse through the training you had set out for them months in advance and watch as the horse excelled under your own hands. Lincoln was forever grateful for that. For being able to bring up Kalum as his very own and prove over and over again that the young stallion was filled to the brim with bubbling potential that could bring him high up in the horse world. Going into one of his first events, he didn’t expect much, or tried not to. Kalum, only being four years old, had really only been shown in hand before all this, with a few under saddle trips and a small over fences class, but they had only been schooling shows, leading up to now where they were stepping into their first class.
Lincoln stroked the neck of the young horse, soothing him as they walked calmly into the arena before picking up the reins, and smoothly working into his canter. lol no had ridden many young horses, he had been working with many back at the stud, and out of them all Kalum really had the most honest but brave step. He was that perfect all around horse, and he cantered up to the first jump with his fiery tail up like a flag behind him before it dropped as he took his first steps over the jump, clearing it with ease and control. He didn’t seem anything but confident, even facing the height of the jump as well as the fact that it was an oxer, meaning he had to stretch a bit more, and of course that is just what he did. He stretched his nose forewarn and brought his knees up. At one point, Lincoln had half the mind to turn the horse into a hunter, but he had too much drive. Lincoln wasn’t a hunter rider. He was someone who appreciated the intricacies of dressage, the accuracy of show jumping, and the rush of adrenaline with cross country. He cared for the horses he had built the relationship with and from there had really developed a nice partnership with. Kalum was above and beyond that. The horse was like a brother to him. Sure, they did not always see eye to eye, but that was not an often occasion. They both had the drive to go farther and show off precisely what it was they could do, and they did it wonderfully.
There were of course times where Lincoln had grown to doubt himself. He would look at Kalum and see a horse that was above his level of talent. A horse that, under someone with more experience, would go so much farther. He tried to look at the others around him for that motivation and of course it didn’t look far to find Eden and Junee. Who were not entering the olympics after several recently successful trips in the world of eventing. She had looked to others for help, but she kept her distance from Lincoln. They didn’t talk often, but that was okay. At one point when Eden realized Lincoln wasn’t going anywhere, she had dragged him along with her to events and shows for who knows why. He had met some of her teammates, and even talked to a few to this day. But him and Eden didn’t talk as much now. He and Carol had grown apart, and Lilli was Lilli. She didn’t talk or try to communicate. She worked with horses and did what it was she wanted to do. She went to a few shows, and even started doing photography which Lincoln admired. He wished she would come now, to this show where he could get some of her pretty photos of Kalum and him. Well not so much him, but Kalum. She was always very calm too, and with his constant nerves he could appreciate someone like that. Who he could stand with in comfortable silence and just relax before having to get up on Kalum where those nerves turned into stupid mistakes in the ring that would frustrate them both as a team.
He glanced back at the arena as he walked out, patting Kalum. The stands were empty, and he pulled up the scarf around his neck to cover his nose and mouth. His eyes fell over those around him who were doing the same. For a moment he cursed the virus, wishing once again for the bustling of a traditional show rather than this one, which allowed no spectators.
(766 words)

Inspired mostly from this
All characters belong to me