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marco3173 · 8 months
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fightingwithallreality · 10 months
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Captain, Canada's Flying Pony (1976) written by Lynn Hall, illustrated by Tran Mawicke
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jumpsandbumps · 7 months
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One of the hardest things to unlearn is that being at the top of the sport does not mean
They are the best horsepeople.
They have their horses' best interests in mind.
They know everything.
They're not wrong about things.
They are good people.
Look at the so-called professionals at the top level of this sport who have
Ill-fitting tack.
Horses with no proper topline.
Over-bitted.
Their horses commonly show signs of extreme stress.
Used rollkur and other bad training methods.
Refuse to turn out their horses.
Defended bad practices.
Sacrificed their horses wellbeing for winning.
Abused their horses.
Abused people.
Defended other professionals who have done bad things.
So many people will defend these professionals to the death. For what? So many fail to separate that someone can be an exceptional rider or win lots of competitions... But do one or more of those bad things.
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ariadnew · 6 months
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CTJL MONACO
Today on risky entries:
(Dorothy Lawley & RDEC Gotica; 2015 KWPN m.)
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miralunawritez · 2 months
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Veneer with a fem equestrian s/o
warnings: mention of injuries
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He goes to ALL of your shows/rodeos
He thinks it's beautiful to watch, he loves the way your hair blows and your body moves when riding
He buys you new tack sets every christmas and every birthday (or whenever you want a new set)
Your looking at a new $2000 saddle? Its yours now. A $300 saddlepad? Consider it bought
You managed to convince him to get on your horse, he didnt like it
He FREAKS OUT when you get bucked off, he freaks out even more when you dont get up (speaking from experience)
Gets jealous when he sees you talking to the fine cowboys at rodeos (or the male show jumpers at shows), wrapping his arm around your waist to let them know your his
You made him saddle up your horse at one point to see if he knew how to do it..he did not know how to do it..
He always helps you feed your horses, he also buys all the feed, hay, and supplements for your horses
He pays for all of your horses farrier appointments, dentist appointments, and vet bills
His favorite horse that you own is the little red roan appaloosa named rusty, he loves him and rusty loves him too
He videos all of your races and shows, posting them all over social media (you are now one of the most well known equestrians in like the whole trolls world thing ykwim)
Spoils you hard after a rodeo or show (you must be so tired according to Veneer)
Makes Velvet watch all of the videos (hes so proud of you)
Also spoils your horses (he feeds them whatever they can eat, buys them A BUNCH of different kinds of treats, gives them scratchies and love (sorry about the scratchies thats what I call them 😭)
You told him you wanted to do bronc riding, he did not approve
He LOVES to watch your liberty shows, seeing the connection and communication you have with your horses is just absolutely incredible
Hes your number 1 supporter
He thinks you're the most talented girl on this planet and he stands by that
When you get hurt while riding he stays by your side the whole time, even if its messy (bloody, broken bone, yelling in pain, etc. he just wants to make sure that you will be okay)
Probably cries when you get seriously injured
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I've actually witnessed someone getting bucked off and breaking a bone while screaming in pain..it was my own horse that bucked them off, I almost threw up 😥
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loztheartist · 3 months
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Flick those feet hooves Another finished YHH (that I forgot to upload here 😅)
by @loztheartist
ɪɴsᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ | ᴅᴇᴠɪᴀɴᴛᴀʀᴛ
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kcdressage · 1 year
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World champions Charlotte Fry and Glamourdale win the 2022 Dressage World Cup freestyle with a new personal best of 90.995% at the London International Horse Show.
Gifs by @kcdressage
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fleetwoodstock-sims · 4 months
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REPH Grand Munia (REPH The Governor x ΣE Fayette )
💻 …Marquis Moulin now typing…
"Dandy" did amazing today! She did her first off-property schooling session all by herself and handled it beautifully. We did nothing crazy, just walked around, sniffed some jumps, made weird faces at the jumps, explored, made some weird faces at existence, lunged, made weird faces about being lunged… but no complaints. I am super excited to get this goober started under saddle soon. She is definitely still trying to use her body, but when she's able to maneuver all four of her big hooves at once she's a pretty mover- and smart!
**Not shown : The crying gelding who was left at home who was REALLY upset about his bestie leaving.
(English Yew returns 👀)
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asiansinboots · 6 months
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Qualified for Dressage and Showjumps - hope you like taste of sand! haha
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briseisgone · 1 year
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Riding out the Storm. Chapter 1
A Rhett Abbott/ Outer Range Fanfic.
Rhett Abbott X Daisy Thompson (OC).
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Daisy is the hope of her family: brilliant equestrian, champion in show jumping, she's supposed to represent her country in the next Olympics. An accident leaves her seriously injured. After months of (partial) recovery, she realizes that she's now afraid of jumping and can't go back to her ancient life, where she's expected to be. She takes a lonely trip to Wabang, hoping to understand and heal herself.
Rhett has always lived in Wabang. Riding bulls, protecting his family and living in the ranch have always been his path. Hiding his deep feelings, bottling his inner injuries. Until this girl arrives next to the Abbott's property with nothing more than a bag and a horse.
Can two broken souls and mind find their path to healing together?
Note : while this chapter will not contain smut, there will be in the future. It also contains mature subjects. This is a work stricly reserved to +18. Thanks for your understanding.
A huge thank you to @teaminator for her incredible support and help throughout the whole writing. (❤️❤️) She helped my grammar, but as a non native english, it is likely that mistakes are still in the text. Please, accept my most sincere apologies.
If you liked this, please, reblog and comment. I always respond. They help me to write and improve my writing. And since I'm terrified of posting this, I'd really like to know your opinions!! ❤️🌹
Chapter 1:
Wabang never changes. It is a never ending town ranch, full of the same people you knew from birth till death, and where the sole excitement is going at the bar and the rodeo. But it was the only place Rhett had ever known, and even though a part of him hated the place he could not deny that it was still comfortable to stay here. His family was a wreck, the whole village considered him as an unworthy, shameful man, not worth anything.
But when he was alone, on his horse in the pastures looking for the cattle, he could admit that he felt like he belonged here. He could never see himself living in a big city, taking a regular job in an office, wearing a goddamn suit and tie, taking the subway everyday. He was a man of the wild, a man of the earth. He needed to feel the wind taunting his ears, the sun burning his skin, his horse's steady walk under him, the leather of the saddle fitting his legs. 
The discharge of adrenaline he could only ever sense when he was riding a bull, fighting during those eights fucking seconds, like he was fighting for his life. And, truly, when he was in the arena, on the animal, he was defying death.
Yeah, this was much more him than anywhere else in the world. 
Clicking his tongue, he led his bay horse on a rhythmic trot, noticing some cows who went a bit too away for his liking from the rest of the herd. Uncommon from these animals, they weren’t the adventurous type and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. They were far away from civilization, at the very-end of the Abbott ranch. No unusual sound could be heard. 
With the tip of his rein, Rhett indicated to the bovines the opposite side, his horse used to his gatherings methods, circling quickly the missing ones. His lasso was set up on his saddle’s pommel ready to be used. However, it hasn’t been necessary. Muggling, the perturbing ones rejoined their flock, seemingly unhappy.  
His green eyes looked around, searching for the perturbation. And he stilled for a second, stopping his gelding. 
On the other side of the fences, there was an unknown horse. One that wasn’t really fitting in with the whole Wabang usual animals. This one wasn’t a quarter horse, or a western-type. He looked like a purebred, in perfect shape, his chestnut hair rutilating. He was grazing nonchalantly with the green herb, heat of the day on his back.  
This pasture belonged to another parcel, a smaller ranch with only a handful of stalls and two large grasslands. It belonged now to a man coming from the city, who wasn’t even living here and Rhett had never been able to remember his name. The owner apparently had been looking to rent the place, the only thing potentially concerning the cowboy was if the neighbor would cause trouble. He had fucking enough dealing with the Tillerson’ shit. 
But the weird thing wasn’t just the horse. Under a tree, close to the said-animal,was a silhouette sitting incredibly still. And Rhett was pretty sure it was a woman he had never seen in his life. Newcomers would usually be known in a week in this place, not used to new faces. Especially one that rented a large place. But this was truly a surprise. 
That girl was still not moving. Her gaze was locked on the horse, and Rhett thought for a second that she was dead. He almost squeezed his calves around his ride, to check if his thought was true and he was looking at a corpse. 
He sighed with relief when he was sure her shoulders were (very lightly) indicating a breathing movement. 
So she was alive. But she was still under the tree, legs against her chest, her chin resting on her knees. 
That was weird. 
Should he check on her? Introduce himself? Be polite? She obviously wanted to be discreet, and unbothered but.. 
His jaw clenched when he finally saw her rise up to her feet. She seemed a bit cautious, like she could fall or like she didn't really know how to put her legs correctly. She held herself to the large tree before taking slow steps toward the horse, who stopped eating to look at her. She hesitated before holding her hand to him. The chestnut immediately came forward, smelling and nudging her. 
The horse trusted her. He liked her. And she was giving softs caresses to his head and neck, and she finally smiled.
He was intruding. These two wanted to be alone. He shouldn't look at them that way, like.. a fucking stalker or something. But there was something intriguing. She was used to being with animals, and they obviously knew each other well. Two minutes earlier she looked as if she wouldn't dare to move a muscle as long as they were in the same meadow. 
She moved a bit, horse following her, and Rhett finally noticed the thing that was itching him: she was limping. It was very light, the majority of people probably couldn't tell and it wasn't even at every step. But it was here. She was avoiding to put weight on her left leg, and her right arm circled the horse. He was slow, like he was adapting to her unsure walk. 
She held up her head, finally looking up and her eyes catched Rhett, going wide. She jumped back, clearly shocked to see a man casually observing her on his damn horse. She held herself thanks to the mane, breathing fast. 
He felt guilty. He really should have left them alone as soon as he had been sure she wasn't dead.
'I'm sorry miss. Was just watching the cattle over here and making sure fences were okay… I didn’t know there was anyone close… I live here. I won't bother you again. " He explained, trying to give something convincing. 
The weird thing is, she seemed like she was the one in shame. Like he caught her doing something she wasn't supposed or even allowed to do. When clearly, it has been nothing but innocent behavior. He cleared his voice, taking back the reins.
"Sorry again."
She only nodded. Nothing more. Deep eyes going right through his soul, that's what it felt like. And Rhett wasn't used to this at all. His whole say nothing - show nothing behavior suited him well, for all those years.
He did a salute, lowering his hat slightly with his fingers, Rhett finally turned his back on his apparently new neighbor. 
'Great Rhett. Now, you'll have another one in town hating you.' He thought. "And she'll think you're a creep.'
It was late at night. The whole family was eating in silence. Rhett could feel his father's gaze going from him to Perry, and back. They had an argument when he came back from the cattle, Perry accusing him of messing up his whole organization for the next renovation of a good part of the ranch and arriving late after cattle. Perry had been on the line for a damn week, and Rhett was frankly surprised he managed to hold his temper that much. His tone had been full of snarky remarks, specially made to piss his little brother off. 
They only stopped their verbal fight when their mother caught them. It wasn't the first time, very far from it actually, but it still hurt her. And Rhett might be bad at dealing with anger, but he didn't want to break his mom's heart even more. She didn't have to bear all of this again.
So, the atmosphere was definitely heavy, and the silence meant more than a lot of words. The younger Abbott didn't want to break it at all: he wanted to eat, clean his plate and go to bed, the sooner the better. 
His mother cleared her voice, before speaking softly: 
‘There is a new neighbor. The place has been rented for a few weeks apparently. Perry, I’d like you to wish the girl welcome. She’s apparently all alone and never lived here before. Tell her she can come here if she has a problem.’
That made Rhett rise up from his plate. It was unusual to stay all alone in a large and unknown place. He had to admit it, he was curious, but it is probably better that he doesn’t go; after the afternoon weird meeting, she’d thought he was spying and harassing her. 
‘Where she’s from? Urban girl trying to get some countryside fresh air and chills?’ Answered his brother in a chuckle.
“I don’t know. I just heard in town that the place was finally occupied by a woman living alone. I didn’t actually meet her. That’s why it would be good to check if everything is alright on her side.’
The younger one didn't add anything. He didn’t want to mention their first meeting. Perry would accuse his delay on her and try to create something that did not exist. 
But it definitely will stay in his mind. The silent girl, sitting under the tree, alone. 
Tightening her jacket even more around her, Daisy was struggling to hold her groceries and putting back her wallet into her sling bag all together. She was clumsy, she knew it but it has worsened in the last few months. Her balance wasn’t as good as it was, and her coordination has never been really good on the ground. 
The car was parked too far away, even though she was trying to race to it. 
It was a bad idea.
The brunette suddenly felt her left foot tripping over something she didn’t had the time to identify. Bracing herself, she closed her eyes, feeling a way too familiar feeling wash over her. The ground approached quickly, too quickly, the shock hurting her skin and her head.
That didn’t happen.
She felt strong arms circling her as her grocery bag smashed into the ground.
Daisy opened her eyes, immediately looking for the impeach of her fall. 
It was him. 
The man who caught her by surprise. 
His blue eyes were looking at her with worry, as he had one knee on the soil to maintain his stability, still holding her. 
‘Are ya alright miss? I saw you fall, are you hurt somewhere?’
She stayed silent for a few seconds. Their first encounter had made her jump back, she hadn’t known for how long he had been watching her, and if he understood anything at all. And now, he was holding her in his arms because she had ridiculed herself in front of him and everyone present in the parking lot. 
Her eyes looked around them, a bit reassured when she noticed that they were alone. At least, her shame would be contained to one person. 
But that was the one she wanted to avoid. 
Finally chewing her lips, Daisy nodded at the blue eyes still gazing at her.
"I'm fine, I think. Thank you."
He finally heard her voice. It was a bit hoarse, probably due to the shock, but Rhett could perceive some lighter sounds in it. Almost like harmony.
He only noticed that he was still holding her. Eyes widening a bit, the cowboy tried to help her rise up. If he let her go now she would likely fall again, since she didn't have ground support. She seemed to get his intentions without words, as her hands also found his arms, taking a slight push to finally stand up.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He finally asked. She seemed to have recovered from the surprise but her eyes were watching him with caution. 
"I am. Thank you for catching me. I should've been more precautious but the bags were too heavy."
At her words, they both looked at where the groceries rested on the floor. Daisy frowned: the fruits and vegetables were completely smashed and unrecoverable. Glass bottles were broken, liquids on the concrete and packages torn apart. 
Everything was fucked up. 
She let out a sigh of despair, kneeling to try to clean up as she could the mess she just did. Avoiding to cut herself, the brunette finally let the words come out:
"Fucking hell."
Closing her eyes for a second, she was surprised to see that the man had also kneeled in front of her and was helping her silently. She looked at him for a second, before letting out a nervous chuckle.
"I'm sorry, I… You don't need to do that, you know. You already helped me, and protected me from falling. I embarrassed myself enough."
Rhett's eyes looked up at her. And he… yes, he did blushed.
"It.. It's normal ya know. Won't let you hurt yourself or.."
He seemed to be the one embarrassed, and his blues didn't linger long on her. Daisy understood why. 
"I'm not… Well I was a bit mad at you the other day. But I know you didn't mean harm. Did you?" She added immediately. He had seen her, but he hadn't come back once, that she knew. He had apologized and her words seemed to make the man blush again. This typical cowboy from Wabang was almost shy in front of her.
He didn't even know why he was. The girl wasn't ready to slap him, call him a degenerate. She didn't seem angry, at least not at him. More like at the events.
"No, of course not! I'm really sorry, I swear I didn't know you'd be here, and you took me by surprise. Was just cattling my father's cows."
She seemed to study his words, pausing the little she could gather from her hands, before nodding.
"Okay. I believe you. Just.. next time, could you make sure you're less stealthy?"
Rhett finally laughed, "Promise. I'll warn you."
His eyes finally met hers, and they shared a little smile. 
Looking back at her groceries, she picked up the trash in the torn bag, putting it in the trash. Very few had been saved. Turning back to see the store, the brunette groaned. The lights have already turned down, signaling the closing soon. Daisy let out a groan, leaning against the light pillar. She had no food to try a decent meal, too late to try to pick some stuff again, money earlier spent was wasted and her left leg was starting to hurt again. She didn't seriously injure herself by tripping but it still sprained the ankle a bit and shocked the muscle, already weakened. She could feel the slow burn hell from her tight, shifting her weight as she could on her right. Passing a hand in her long hair, the equestrian was ready to say her goodbyes to the cowboy and pron in her car, then home. Temporary home.
"You know, miss… there's this diner, up close. We can.. well, you can go here. They also offer take away. It's not the greatest in the country, but it feeds you. Tomorrow, I can bring you some stuff early, I have to work close to your place. I'll leave it on the porch. I can show you the dinner and help you get home."
Daisy looked at the man. He seemed to be sincere, kind. Wanting to bring her a solution. Almost hidden under his hat.
She could do much worse than a dinner take away. Not like she had much of a choice either.
"I'll take the food home. It's.. it's more convenient that way." He nodded, seeming to understand. She just didn't want to be around other people. She wanted to be discreet here. Forgettable to everyone. 
Well, maybe not everyone.
"But don't bother yourself tomorrow. I'll just.. come back in the afternoon." She smiled a bit. He had observed her a bit, she noticed. She tried to seem as normal as possible, finding back a balance on her two sides, even if it hurts.
"I'll show you the place, okay? By the way, I'm Rhett. Rhett Abbott." He downed his hat a bit with his index at his name, making her chuckle. 
She had been reluctant to give her full name to anyone. However, it seemed like Rhett meant no harm, and would not be a threat.
"Nice to meet you properly Rhett. I'm Daisy Thompson. And I'd like you to show me this infamous restaurant."
He laughed, leading her to her car. 
"How do you know this is mine, by the way?" She asked, taking her keys. She was supposed to drive behind him and he would accompany her home that way.
"Easy. You're the only one here who doesn't have a truck."
Yes. It might haven't been the smartest choice in the neighborhood. Her lips smirked, shaking her head.
"Yes. Of course." 
He laughed, as he opened the door of his own.
"It's alright, ya know. Just, don't try to drive around when there's a storm. Or in the fields." He had this little gleam of bemusement in his eyes. 
She laughed, finally entering into her car, making contact and starting to follow Rhett on the streets. They were the only ones in these empty places, only cleared by street  lights and the bar's neons. When Daisy chose  Wabang to hide for these few weeks, she knew it'd be quite solitary, but everything here looked dead in her eyes. She probably wouldn't linger here for hours if she was alone. She had remembered to pick up the groceries way too late today, and hurried. She hates going out so late. And the sun was setting way faster here than she expected. 
Her eyes were locked on the truck in front of her. How come this man had been the one to catch her? She had learnt that her temporary neighbors were the Abbott, who have owned the ranch for generations. She then guessed that the man who caught her by surprise was one of them. Now she knew he was called Rhett and that he wasn't a stalker.
And that he was handsome. 
Daisy remembered the visit she received by surprise on her second day here. The man introduced himself as Perry Abbott, from the ranch next to her and that his mom wanted her to have their phone number in case she had a problem. The man seemed like he was incredibly bored and in front of her just because he had no choice. He had observed her with eyes that itched her, judging and staring. She remembered how uncomfortable she felt. Like he was telling; "you’re not supposed to be here, but now that you are, why should I restrain myself?"
So, Rhett was his brother. 
That revelation made her feel uneasy. Maybe Rhett was like him and just a good actor. 
Daisy bit her lip as they parked in front of the dinner.
Rhett seemed really concerned about her. He did caught her by surprise, but he had apologized many times, and his eyes had never, ever been as dark and intruding as Perry’s. 
She got out of the car, as he waited for her at the door,  little smile still on his face. Opening the door for her, he managed to say:
"I usually pick the homemade beef burger and the fries. They're good. The fried chicken isn't bad either. I'm afraid they don't have a vegetarian alternative. It's not common In Wabang." He indicated as she came to the bar, waiting for the server who was delivering the food on the other side, at a table.
"That's alright. I eat meat."
She answered, looking at the menu. She did want a burger. And many fries. She usually had a strict diet to follow, with hygiene to maintain.
But, the day had been awful: she lost all the money for the groceries since it all crashed, her leg was hurting, she was tired.
Fuck the diet.
She ordered the burger, followed by Rhett. Leaning her back against the bar, sitting on a high chair, she drank the water she had been provided. 
They were in a comfortable silence, when she finally asked the question going back in her head, playing with her fingers nervously.
"So… Perry is your brother right?"
He immediately looked up at her, eyebrows frowned. 
"Yes. You saw him when he came right? Mom wanted to make sure you were okay, she was surprised to learn you were alone. And I thought you wouldn't want me to come to your house after the meeting. I was on my way back from the doc earlier, and I saw your fall before realizing it was you. I just ran, I didn’t think I'd make it. "
He made a little sheepish smile, eyes going back down to his own glass.
He definitely wasn't like Perry.
"I know he can seem… A bit harsh when you don't know him. He's very protective of us. But he'll soften. Promise he won't bother you.
She looked at him. Protective was the last word she could use to characterize Perry. Maybe she had it wrong, maybe she overreacted. That’s what a lot of people would say anyway, the new girl just reacted emotionally to the friendly neighbor who’d just welcomed her. 
But Daisy has rarely felt so disturbed as when Perry looked her up and down, gaze stopping a brief on her waist and breast.
“I guess.” She just came back to playing with her fingers, right foot moving constantly on the floor. The pain had risen up to her lower back, making her try to sit more on her right side. She was so used to this, and especially masking it. People never really guessed or understood. And that was very good that way. 
“Since when is your left leg hurting you?” His deep voice, suddenly lower, just made for her to hear, made her stop breathing for a second. Her eyes widened a bit, meeting his gaze. His eyes were concerned, worried, curious. “I noticed the first time. You were avoiding using it too much. And gripping your horse. And since you tripped over, you are in pain, I can see it.” His blue ice went on her back. “It worsens. Do you have meds for it?”
She stayed silent, gripping the glass in front of her.
“It was a few months ago. It happens sometimes, nothing really serious. I haven't done any stretching these last days. How did you…” Daisy stopped herself, looking at his collarbone, his arm, his hand. While he still had his jacket, she remembered how he had catched her, more assured on his right. Her lips opened a bit.
“Your collarbone… It’s old, but you suffer from it.” He opened and closed his fist; his hand was slower, and the injury seemed more recent. 
“I didn’t do my stretching this morning.” he murmured while drinking his own glass.
So he also knew when people were bluffing. Probably because he knew exactly what she experienced. He didn’t ask why, or how; he knew that she didn’t want to talk about it, as much as he didn’t want. 
They smiled at each other. More emotions were conveying in this simple stare than she could say with words right now. 
That little suspended moment of honesty and understanding was interrupted brutally by their order being finally ready and handed to them by the waiter. Taking her wallet, wanting to pay, she was cut off by Rhett giving cash to the man. 
“For the fright I caused you.” She rolled her eyes, as they took the exit, each with their bags. 
They picked their respective cars, as she was leading the way back to her current home. Fifteen minutes drive, that she spent reliving the moments and conversations in her head. She had to admit it; she kind of wanted to invite him home and eat their burgers in her house. But that was probably too early; they barely knew each other, and he probably had other business to do than stay with the poor lonely girl who can’t stay up on her feets.
She parked in front of the house, joined by Rhett. He seemed to be hesitant, before confessing;
“I have to wake up very early tomorrow. And I don’t want to intrude more than I already did. But.. If you have any problems, please call me. You already have our number, call anytime. I’ll come immediately.” And Rhett meant it. He truly meant it. He wanted to stay but it was too much, especially for her. 
She was way more than a little urban girl wanting to get some countryside adrenaline like Perry suggested it. And somehow, he managed to scare her. He’d have to talk to him about that, without revealing too much. He didn’t need to know about their exchange from today. 
Daisy was surprised to find herself a bit disappointed by Rhett’s departure. But she still smiled.
“Thank you, again. I’ll call. Don’t worry. Thanks again for the help. The catching.. And the restaurant.” She added with a laugh. He smiled even more.
‘Don’t worry ‘bout it. It’s really nothing. Have a good night Daisy.”
He walked to his car, opening the door and sitting in, motor roaring. She came closer, saying back; “Good night Rhett.” 
They exchanged a last little smile, before he took back the road. Her eyes followed the truck all the way til it disappeared in the night.
The brunette shook her head. Before actually eating, she had to check on Silver, giving him evening ration, making sure he’ll be okay for the first night. Going to his stall, after leaving her food in the kitchen, she gave him a pat after feeding him. 
“I saw him again, Silver.” She whispered to the horse. “He doesn’t know me, and he still noticed my leg. He seems nice. Really nice. Where do you think this’ll go?” She paused when the chestnut looked at her. “Yeah. Probably nowhere, I know.” Petting his head, she added; “Good night big boy.”
Daisy ate fast, and immediately went to bed. The pain was still there, but less radiating. Emotions filled her up for a while, turning over and over in her bed. She didn’t even know why this had troubled her that much.
She didn’t know that Rhett was  the same, in his own room, seeing her eyes and her smile, her surprise when he mentioned her leg. 
They fell asleep, their goodbyes to each other as promises.
In the morning, when she walked  outside to let Silver out in the pasture, Daisy noticed hooves in the mud. And a wooden basket on the porch, with a napkin on top of it. Inside, there were multiple fruits, the exact same variety of those that had fallen,  also milk and eggs. She knew all of this was not coming out of a store. And under all of it, she found a little jar, with what seemed to be a balm, one she didn’t know. Opening it, she smelled mint. Gathering a bit on her fingers, spreading it on her wrist and feeling the cold on her joint, she suddenly understood what it was. Her thoughts revealed to be true when she read the little note: “When you forget the stretching.’  
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Maria riding Jossu and Minttu riding Yötär in SUHJA Ride With Pride on EQ
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More tack room deco! Saddle pad hangers with deco hanging pads to clutter your stables. This set includes: - modern hanger - rounded metal hanger (2 variants - glossy & matte) - show jumping hanging pad (bottom & top railing options, 10 fully recolorable styles each) - dressage hanging pad (bottom & top railing options, 10 fully recolorable styles each)
All items are 2k texture quality and can be found in Deco/Misc, Deco/Sculptures and Pets/Horses. DOWNLOAD
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ariadnew · 1 month
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CTJL MONACO.
Agatha Foskett & CT Calanta (2022 SWB m.) in the 1.30m class.
Agatha did not follow the CT team's advice to ride Lizzie in a gag at competitions, and Agatha's arms paid the price.
Someone else's arms also paid a price that day, but that's a separate story.
@calveroterranorasj
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bjuhlphotography · 1 year
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All the palm trees🌴
WEF 2023
@bjuhlphotography for Boss Mare Media.
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track2hack · 5 days
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24.03.2024
North Canterbury Pony Club Champs! 🙌
I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS LITTLE PONY Y’ALL. Very first year that North Canterbury has allowed adults to compete in Champs and our very own little club managed to pull together two very excited (if a little disorganised 😅) adult teams! 🙌🎉
Totally blown away with Gem, started the day fizzy and mind-blown but still listened 100% (even if it was delayed at times!) and really gave it her all! Tried her little heart out in the quadrille dressage and jumping, games were a little bit too exciting for us with so many horses around, but after a false start on my behalf she absolutely smoked the Gamblers Stakes and went clear!! She makes 40-65cm look easy but I was wetting myself the whole way round and she never said no 🙈😂
Came home with 1st place for turnout (thanks super groom Mummy Dearest 😉), 2nd for both quadrilles, 2nd for games, and 2nd for Gamblers for a very successful day out!! ❤️
Now to do it all again in 2 weeks time at Pegasus Cup 😅😂
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