soaring, flying, leaping {open}

[aurelie louise garnier]

[bg=pink] AURELIE LOUISE GARNIER Mounting her horse, Aurelie Garnier prepared for yet another jumping practice. She wanted to be ready for any upcoming shows. Hopefully, she would have the ring without being disturbed for a couple hours. But, the heat might get to her and Sans, her Paso Fino stallion. The jumps already set up, Aurelie rubbed her horses neck, then clicked to get him started. Soaring over the first jump, then knocking over a rail on the second, Aurelie cursed. She hadn't jumped for so long, she worried that she would have to practice much more often. "Woah, garçon." Aurelie said, using some of the french language. Coming from France in the past year, Aurelie was only just learning English. Although she knew most words, and plenty of grammar. Complaining to Sans about the scorching weather, she started on the course again. They had only been out for half an hour, but Aurelie's mouth felt desert-dry. She got dehydrated easily, while somehow Sans seemed like a camel. Gulping down water from her water bottle, she decided to run the course again. Mounting Sans, pale strands of hair fell into Aurelie's face, bothering her. Grumbling about how her hair never stays in place, no matter how much she toyed with it, the blonde continued her session. The chestnut stallion leaped over the jumps like they had never stopped jumping at all. "That was wonderful, Sans!" Aurelie cheered, praising her horse. She and the paso still had plenty of work to do. WORDS :: 254, kinda short OUTFIT :: LINK RIDING :: SANS OTHER :: meh, I guess I like this one c:

[GENEVIEVE ROSE SAMPSON]

*THE PAST IS BEAUTIFUL,
LIKE THE DARKNESS BETWEEN THE FIREFLIES
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Genevieve slicked back her long platinum blonde hair into a low ponytail before putting her helmet on. Luckily, it wasn't as hot out as it had been, so the velvet helmet wasn't too stifling. She'd opted out of breeches for the day, instead she'd donned her favorite pair of worn in skinny jeans, and a pair of comfortable ankle high riding boots. Since it was her first time taking her mare Marzipan out since the mare's foal was born, Gen was sympathetic when the cremello Warmblood balked upon trying to leave the barn. She'd been warned that it would be difficult for Marz to leave her colt, especially since it was her first foal, but she'd remained patient, and soon enough, the mare followed her to the outdoor arenas. "It'll be all right," Gen murmured to the mare, gently rubbing her neck as they walked. Marz had calmed down since they'd neared the ring, her slender ears perked with enthusiasm. She was a seasoned show horse, with many blue ribbons and champion titles beneath her proverbial belt, and Gen was proud to own her. Marzipan's pregnancy had been an accident, and at first, not a happy one. But, there was no denying that everyone was happy now, including Gen. Marzipan had given birth to a healthy colt, named Titan's Wrath for his sire, a stallion named Zeus. He was a handsome colt, with a feisty personality. She'd already suffered quite a few nips from him, but not nearly as many as she'd gotten from her other horse, Honey. Honeyblood was the exact opposite of her barn name, and had given Gen tons of practice in dodging both bites and kicks. It was nice to have her sweet, obedient Marz to ride, at least for the time being. Gen knew she wouldn't be able to compete the mare for a while, but that didn't mean she couldn't take her out to do some light practice. Since Honey was too young and inexperienced to compete in anything but racing, Gen had been riding a black arabian mare named Magnolia, owned by a rich (and rather snobby) girl named Leah, who was too busy with her other two horses to give the mare the attention she deserved. And while Gen enjoyed riding the young arabian, she knew it'd feel good to be back astride Marz.

When the pair got to the arena, Gen watched appreciatively as a blonde girl skillfully navigated the course that had been set up on a gorgeous sorrel horse. She and Marz waited respectfully at the gate until the other blonde finished the course, lavishly praising her horse. Gen nodded to the other girl politely, opened the gate, and led Marz in, quietly shutting the gate behind them. She checked the girth, pulled her stirrups down, and mounted the pale horse, landing lightly in the saddle. Sinking her weight into her heels, Gen squeezed the mare into a brisk walk. She'd been warned not to push Marz too hard too quick, so she planned to take it easy for the day. She steered the mare over to the girl and her chestnut horse, stopping a safe distance away from the pair. "Hey," She called, "You guys looked great on the course."

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*RIDING, MARZIPAN
*OUTFIT, CLICK
*NOTES, COMPLETE. <3
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