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My entry for The Cypress Autumn Festival
Riding is Sylvia Walsh on MCF Parisian Musketeer in the Volos Futurity Championship

Extras:
- Vet Check
- Very Lucky

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Story:
The excitement that usually would come with the show environment wasn't to be found in Sylvia’s small corner of the barn. As she prepared for the show ring with her mare she glanced over at her daughter who still sat, slouched in a chair, reading her book while sulking. Harper still was upset with her mother. The young girl had forgotten half of her clothes for the week, earning herself a good scold and ultimately being grounded. She now was ignoring her, reading and angrily flipping the pages causing Sylvia to smile when she turned away. She pulled on her jacket and then went to her purse, pulling out a bit of money for her to go get herself a snack with.

“Here… Go get yourself a snack and lemonade..” Sylvia spoke, a smile soft on her features. She was met with an angry glare from her daughter who looked at the money, sighed, and then buried her face into her book again.

“I am not hungry..” Harper grumbled, making Sylvia frown a bit. “Harper, I am sorry.. I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you… Lets get something to eat before i ride okay. And maybe afterwards you can ride Piper… Okay?” Sylvia frowned, trying to find a way to make up with her daughter. She couldn’t focus knowing her daughter was this upset with her, and she still felt pretty guilty about going as far as grounding her just for forgetting some clothes. But she needed to learn to be a bit more responsible right?

Harper looked to her mother, crossing her arms. She let out a sigh and then sat up with a small smile and hugged her mother who was crouched beside the chair. Sylvia smiled, and hugged her back before helping her daughter out of the chair and holding her hand as they went off to find a vendor with food.

A few hours later Sylvia sat atop Piper, riding in the warmup arena and glancing over occasionally to see Harper still sitting at the gate, videoing her mother on the young grey mare. She smiled a bit to herself and continued on the mare, trotting with her around the arena and smiling at the forwardness of her. She really felt completely and absolutely ready to go. To jump and do well in this class. She was a very athletic filly, and both of her parents had been very proven in the jumper world for Sylvia to know the horse had a bright future. She really was going to go far, and while Sylvia hoped she would help bring her there she had her own doubts keeping her from riding the mare past the 1.20m classes. After seeing a few too many bad falls, and being a single mother, she no longer had the same dreams of getting up over jumps that were higher than she was tall.

As they were called into the arena for their round Sylvia took a deep breath, stroking her mare’s neck and talking to her as the horse excitedly trotted into the arena, ears forward and nostrils flaring a bit as she took in the new atmosphere, glanced at the jumped and then moved into the canter. She was very forward, a bit too much for Sylvia’s liking, and after having done some research she knew the mare got it from her mother who she had once watched in an old video, rip the reins from her rider, Penny Vandenburg, and rip through a line, somehow not knocking and rails but doing it ina scramble that made it seem like her legs were moving too quickly for her body.

As the rain beat down against the windows of the arena, Sylvia felt almost as if she was having an out of body experience. She was on the mare, going through the course. She caught a glance outside, where the world was cold and dreary, but yet inside it was like a dream. The warm lights lit up the edge of the arena and mixed with the cold light that naturally flooded in through the windows. They took each jump at a time, properly clearing each with a bit of room to spare. The mare was neat with her technique. She tucked her legs up out of the way and her hind end kicked up and over the jump. And just like that, they were done. And she was patting the horse’s neck, hearing the clapping of her daughter at the gate which brought a smile to her face as she walked the mare to the gate, patting her neck still and muttering a few ‘good girl’ ‘s under her breath. Belle would be happy with that. She hoped she would be at least.

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Description

My entry for The Cypress Autumn Festival
Riding is Sylvia Walsh on MCF Parisian Musketeer in the Volos Futurity Championship

Extras:
- Vet Check
- Very Lucky

Previous - Here - Next
Story:
The excitement that usually would come with the show environment wasn't to be found in Sylvia’s small corner of the barn. As she prepared for the show ring with her mare she glanced over at her daughter who still sat, slouched in a chair, reading her book while sulking. Harper still was upset with her mother. The young girl had forgotten half of her clothes for the week, earning herself a good scold and ultimately being grounded. She now was ignoring her, reading and angrily flipping the pages causing Sylvia to smile when she turned away. She pulled on her jacket and then went to her purse, pulling out a bit of money for her to go get herself a snack with.

“Here… Go get yourself a snack and lemonade..” Sylvia spoke, a smile soft on her features. She was met with an angry glare from her daughter who looked at the money, sighed, and then buried her face into her book again.

“I am not hungry..” Harper grumbled, making Sylvia frown a bit. “Harper, I am sorry.. I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you… Lets get something to eat before i ride okay. And maybe afterwards you can ride Piper… Okay?” Sylvia frowned, trying to find a way to make up with her daughter. She couldn’t focus knowing her daughter was this upset with her, and she still felt pretty guilty about going as far as grounding her just for forgetting some clothes. But she needed to learn to be a bit more responsible right?

Harper looked to her mother, crossing her arms. She let out a sigh and then sat up with a small smile and hugged her mother who was crouched beside the chair. Sylvia smiled, and hugged her back before helping her daughter out of the chair and holding her hand as they went off to find a vendor with food.

A few hours later Sylvia sat atop Piper, riding in the warmup arena and glancing over occasionally to see Harper still sitting at the gate, videoing her mother on the young grey mare. She smiled a bit to herself and continued on the mare, trotting with her around the arena and smiling at the forwardness of her. She really felt completely and absolutely ready to go. To jump and do well in this class. She was a very athletic filly, and both of her parents had been very proven in the jumper world for Sylvia to know the horse had a bright future. She really was going to go far, and while Sylvia hoped she would help bring her there she had her own doubts keeping her from riding the mare past the 1.20m classes. After seeing a few too many bad falls, and being a single mother, she no longer had the same dreams of getting up over jumps that were higher than she was tall.

As they were called into the arena for their round Sylvia took a deep breath, stroking her mare’s neck and talking to her as the horse excitedly trotted into the arena, ears forward and nostrils flaring a bit as she took in the new atmosphere, glanced at the jumped and then moved into the canter. She was very forward, a bit too much for Sylvia’s liking, and after having done some research she knew the mare got it from her mother who she had once watched in an old video, rip the reins from her rider, Penny Vandenburg, and rip through a line, somehow not knocking and rails but doing it ina scramble that made it seem like her legs were moving too quickly for her body.

As the rain beat down against the windows of the arena, Sylvia felt almost as if she was having an out of body experience. She was on the mare, going through the course. She caught a glance outside, where the world was cold and dreary, but yet inside it was like a dream. The warm lights lit up the edge of the arena and mixed with the cold light that naturally flooded in through the windows. They took each jump at a time, properly clearing each with a bit of room to spare. The mare was neat with her technique. She tucked her legs up out of the way and her hind end kicked up and over the jump. And just like that, they were done. And she was patting the horse’s neck, hearing the clapping of her daughter at the gate which brought a smile to her face as she walked the mare to the gate, patting her neck still and muttering a few ‘good girl’ ‘s under her breath. Belle would be happy with that. She hoped she would be at least.

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All Characters mentioned belong to Me