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2015 FOYS Finale
Username: xDigitalLithiumx
Horse: (ID: #676) Gypsy Shadowstride
Class: Dressage
Qualifier: FOYS 2015 Nov. Qualifier - Calm, Cool, Collected

Story
Perhaps it was only by chance that James jumped on impulse to enter the Faime of the Year Show with Gypsy, but he was so glad that he had. They’d made it through and with that, his anxiety, excitement, and willingness to win grew inside like a swelling storm. He had made arrangements after the tryouts to board at a nearby stable so he didn’t have to travel all the way a second time. James made to open the stall door the morning of the show and he could hear his big beautiful girl causing a fuss at the end of the row. Her snorting and pawing at her door only made him laugh out. “Take it easy, Gypsy. It’s still early.” He grabbed her halter from the tack room and headed her way, watching her poke her head in and out of her window in a hurried fashion. Her mane was a tangled mess... again. It seemed to be her night time routine to find out different ways to mess up her mane and tail just to see how he was going to fix it all up in the morning. Her eyes sparkled as he put the nose strap on her muzzle and slid the buckle over, latching it, and then as his hand slid down her cheek. She really did love to show. After all this time, she’d come to enjoy it; showing off with her poise and airs. He clamped on the lead rope and opened the stall door. For one so eager, she stepped out at a regular pace. While Miss Shadowstride was in a rush, she wasn’t about to knock over the man who’d brought her here. James looked around to see her tail... she may have well gotten a bunch of burrs in it. “Gypsy... how do you even?” She tossed her head in amusement. He shook his. “Tsk tsk tsk. Looks like it’s the full treatment this morning.” He said with a smile. She trotted on beside him as they walked over to barn shower. It wasn’t set up the way it was at home and, on the road, they’d usually use a hose. She looked around, four different shower heads all in a row, the room still warm from the last visitor. Next thing she knew, the water was running on her back and down her sides. She jerked at first, having been startled by the loud noise and sudden touch, but soon settled as James rubbed her down with an oatmeal shampoo. It’s not that she had skin issues or anything, but it certainly made her coat shine. The lather went from white to a dusty brown as he brought the dirt up from her coat and then he did his best with her mane and tail. The shower finished smoothly, he let the water run over her, occasionally patting and rubbing the soap off until it ran clear without any suds, and then the towel dry. She never was a real fan of this part, it made her feel funky, but she tolerated it none-the-less. Standing back, he could see her feathers fluff out and her coat become that of a filly's. He laughed at her in her poofy appearance and all she could do was give him a glare. James then grabbed his secret weapon, Cowboy Magic. The key to everything Gypsy loved to mess up in her mane and tail. He rubbed a quarter sized amount in his hands and then distributed it into her hair. Even as he went through, the tangles started to dispatch and smooth out. He did the same with her tail and followed with a comb. Before too long, she was a sight of the Gods. She huffed and tossed her head, giving her mane a toss, and he smiled. "I dare say, girly, you're going to give them one hell of a show today."
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James pulled up in his big red Ford F-150, Gypsy's trailer following behind, and drove around to find a parking spot. So many different Faimes. Minis, sports, drafts, and all of different builds and personalities. Watching it all got his excitement going again. The knot in his chest tightened. James couldn't wait to get started! He soon found the designated area for his trailer and backed it in. After parking and turning off the ignition, he jumped out and moved around. Some of these owners had assistants and groomers. All he could do was laugh. Inside, Gyspy was just as ready to get going. She was nipping at the sides of the trailer and kicking hay around. "Hang on, let me get in there before you just decide to come running out. Remember, you have to be on your best behavior. He lifted the latch and flung open the door. It was a relief to see that she hadn't messed up her mane and tail again. Actually, it was a miracle she'd made it this long without a good roll. He stepped in with her lead and helped her back out to the soft grass behind her. She wanted to graze soooo badly, but that would have to wait. Time was on their side, but only barely. He lead her over to a building set aside as a barn for the horses competing and didn't even bother to place her in her stall. He tied her up just outside and went for the tack. Gypsy looked around and found she couldn't focus above all the commotion. Whinnies and snorts and people and water hoses and clip-clopping of hooves. She then took a moment. It's not like this was her first show. She'd done many before this and the noise was no different then. She found a spot on the wall and stared at it, doing her best to tone out the noise. James soon came back and her trance was broken by the blanket being placed on her back. "Almost time, hun. Remember our routine?" She nodded and looked around to watch him grab their saddle and then throw it up on top of the blanket. She sighed, finally starting to relax. Something about the moments before the show always seem to be the most comforting. At least for her. James always seemed to panic until in the ring. She then found a big being shoved into her mouth and the cold leather going over her head and ears. She chomped a little to get the bit in place, then relaxed once more. "There will be a short intermission, folks, before the Dressage class begins! Don't go too far!" they heard the announcer call over the intercom. James came around front of her and kissed her nose. "Whatever happens out there, you're my blue ribbon mare." She pumped into his chest with her head and nodded. He then went off to get himself dressed.
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Dressed in his purple suite with gold accents, to represent the Faime colors accordingly, James flung himself up onto her back and took the reins in his hand. She didn't have to even guess what he was thinking, time for the show. She made for the entrance that she'd seen all the other horses go in and stood where the strange man in black told her to. He and James exchanged a few words that wasn't caught over the noise of the crowd. From the door, the lights seemed to illuminate the arena to a point where she could barely see. "Next in, Gypsy Shadowstride, being ridden by James DeLour!" She hesitated a moment. Yes, that was her name, but where's the... James heels tapped her sides twice, signalling a canter into the arena. There was no option, it's time to show. She jumped into her canter and placed all her trust in James as he cued her every move.

1306 words

Description

2015 FOYS Finale
Username: xDigitalLithiumx
Horse: (ID: #676) Gypsy Shadowstride
Class: Dressage
Qualifier: FOYS 2015 Nov. Qualifier - Calm, Cool, Collected

Story
Perhaps it was only by chance that James jumped on impulse to enter the Faime of the Year Show with Gypsy, but he was so glad that he had. They’d made it through and with that, his anxiety, excitement, and willingness to win grew inside like a swelling storm. He had made arrangements after the tryouts to board at a nearby stable so he didn’t have to travel all the way a second time. James made to open the stall door the morning of the show and he could hear his big beautiful girl causing a fuss at the end of the row. Her snorting and pawing at her door only made him laugh out. “Take it easy, Gypsy. It’s still early.” He grabbed her halter from the tack room and headed her way, watching her poke her head in and out of her window in a hurried fashion. Her mane was a tangled mess... again. It seemed to be her night time routine to find out different ways to mess up her mane and tail just to see how he was going to fix it all up in the morning. Her eyes sparkled as he put the nose strap on her muzzle and slid the buckle over, latching it, and then as his hand slid down her cheek. She really did love to show. After all this time, she’d come to enjoy it; showing off with her poise and airs. He clamped on the lead rope and opened the stall door. For one so eager, she stepped out at a regular pace. While Miss Shadowstride was in a rush, she wasn’t about to knock over the man who’d brought her here. James looked around to see her tail... she may have well gotten a bunch of burrs in it. “Gypsy... how do you even?” She tossed her head in amusement. He shook his. “Tsk tsk tsk. Looks like it’s the full treatment this morning.” He said with a smile. She trotted on beside him as they walked over to barn shower. It wasn’t set up the way it was at home and, on the road, they’d usually use a hose. She looked around, four different shower heads all in a row, the room still warm from the last visitor. Next thing she knew, the water was running on her back and down her sides. She jerked at first, having been startled by the loud noise and sudden touch, but soon settled as James rubbed her down with an oatmeal shampoo. It’s not that she had skin issues or anything, but it certainly made her coat shine. The lather went from white to a dusty brown as he brought the dirt up from her coat and then he did his best with her mane and tail. The shower finished smoothly, he let the water run over her, occasionally patting and rubbing the soap off until it ran clear without any suds, and then the towel dry. She never was a real fan of this part, it made her feel funky, but she tolerated it none-the-less. Standing back, he could see her feathers fluff out and her coat become that of a filly's. He laughed at her in her poofy appearance and all she could do was give him a glare. James then grabbed his secret weapon, Cowboy Magic. The key to everything Gypsy loved to mess up in her mane and tail. He rubbed a quarter sized amount in his hands and then distributed it into her hair. Even as he went through, the tangles started to dispatch and smooth out. He did the same with her tail and followed with a comb. Before too long, she was a sight of the Gods. She huffed and tossed her head, giving her mane a toss, and he smiled. "I dare say, girly, you're going to give them one hell of a show today."
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James pulled up in his big red Ford F-150, Gypsy's trailer following behind, and drove around to find a parking spot. So many different Faimes. Minis, sports, drafts, and all of different builds and personalities. Watching it all got his excitement going again. The knot in his chest tightened. James couldn't wait to get started! He soon found the designated area for his trailer and backed it in. After parking and turning off the ignition, he jumped out and moved around. Some of these owners had assistants and groomers. All he could do was laugh. Inside, Gyspy was just as ready to get going. She was nipping at the sides of the trailer and kicking hay around. "Hang on, let me get in there before you just decide to come running out. Remember, you have to be on your best behavior. He lifted the latch and flung open the door. It was a relief to see that she hadn't messed up her mane and tail again. Actually, it was a miracle she'd made it this long without a good roll. He stepped in with her lead and helped her back out to the soft grass behind her. She wanted to graze soooo badly, but that would have to wait. Time was on their side, but only barely. He lead her over to a building set aside as a barn for the horses competing and didn't even bother to place her in her stall. He tied her up just outside and went for the tack. Gypsy looked around and found she couldn't focus above all the commotion. Whinnies and snorts and people and water hoses and clip-clopping of hooves. She then took a moment. It's not like this was her first show. She'd done many before this and the noise was no different then. She found a spot on the wall and stared at it, doing her best to tone out the noise. James soon came back and her trance was broken by the blanket being placed on her back. "Almost time, hun. Remember our routine?" She nodded and looked around to watch him grab their saddle and then throw it up on top of the blanket. She sighed, finally starting to relax. Something about the moments before the show always seem to be the most comforting. At least for her. James always seemed to panic until in the ring. She then found a big being shoved into her mouth and the cold leather going over her head and ears. She chomped a little to get the bit in place, then relaxed once more. "There will be a short intermission, folks, before the Dressage class begins! Don't go too far!" they heard the announcer call over the intercom. James came around front of her and kissed her nose. "Whatever happens out there, you're my blue ribbon mare." She pumped into his chest with her head and nodded. He then went off to get himself dressed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dressed in his purple suite with gold accents, to represent the Faime colors accordingly, James flung himself up onto her back and took the reins in his hand. She didn't have to even guess what he was thinking, time for the show. She made for the entrance that she'd seen all the other horses go in and stood where the strange man in black told her to. He and James exchanged a few words that wasn't caught over the noise of the crowd. From the door, the lights seemed to illuminate the arena to a point where she could barely see. "Next in, Gypsy Shadowstride, being ridden by James DeLour!" She hesitated a moment. Yes, that was her name, but where's the... James heels tapped her sides twice, signalling a canter into the arena. There was no option, it's time to show. She jumped into her canter and placed all her trust in James as he cued her every move.

1306 words