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For the *OPEN* - Autumn Event 5 | HARPG - 10 days left
 | Dressage
1st Place Ribbon - Gut Caballo by GutCaballo


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Discipline: Dressage
Country: USA
Horse age: 11
Riders age: 23

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Germany? Of all places to start his dreassage career! Germany? Surely...there was something closer to home back in the US? But Tristan had insisted this was the right place to start. Something about a declaration that had to be made. Jarin didn't get it but it seemed Tristan was very serious about Jarin doing well here. He even lent Jarin his polished up boots with the shinies on them (Jarin had no idea they were real diamonds or he would have thrown up and passed out). The pressure was on.
Jarin was up way before the show, hours, in fact. Not because Abe needed any work or warmup. No, Jarin has taken it in his head, thanks to Tristan's examples, dressage horses had to have obnoxiously long manes and tails. He had read through countless wiki pages and watch dozens of youtube videos on how to best care for manes and tails to get them to grow ridiculously long and fabulous. Abe probably had about thirty pounds just in mane and tail, alone. It was the one thing Jarin was finding a talent in as he took Abe's tail down from the tail bag he had it braided up into. He smiled happily and got to work, pulling the sections out that he wanted done. He sorely wished he could have a free mane for this event, but rules were rules and he wasn't going to get disqualified for something like that! Not after flying all the way out to Germany! 
Jarin hummed as he worked, pulling and twisting and folding along the mass of tail why Abe happily picked at his hay net. He was used to his daily hair comb. It wasn't like he actually had to do anything but stand there for it and eat anyway! 
Tristan had had good reason to start his day a little later than Jarin’s. He’d already taken a look at the weather for the next day and it was meant to be absolutely disgusting… which meant the later that he got to leave the air-conditioned hotel room, the happier he would be. Still, at around 8am he decided to get up and go and head down to the stables, figuring that he should probably go ahead and get his student on the move.
And of course, when he got there, he found Jarin. Braiding Abe’s mane and tail, which was getting to be ridiculous, even at Tristan’s standards of luscious, thick hair.
And, naturally, there was a more pressing matter at hand, rather than braiding. Like tacking and warming Abe up.
“Jarin! Come on, let’s go. You’ll be heading out soon into the ring, you don’t have time to faff around with him. Get Abe tacked up.”
Jarin about shit his pants as Tristan just appeared behind him, jabbing a comb into his face instead. He whipped around with a stupid grin, “Good morning, Tristan! I just have to finish up this tail and I’ll get him tacked up in no time!” Jarin nodded and turned back to the mass of hair.
“Jarin. You don’t have enough time.” He pulled Jarin away from the huge amount of hair. “Go get his saddle and bridle, let’s go!”
“But the hair!~” Jarin cried, being dragged along.
“Unimportant! If he isn’t warmed up, how the hell do you expect to place. Now go!” Tristan snarled, glaring down at him.
Boy...Tristan sure was serious about this show...
Tristan waited, arms crossed impatiently as he watched Jarin eventually scuttle off to the tack room. He was normally a very serious person at the show ground anyhow, he expected Jarin to act professionally, hold up his reputation as a rider, trainer and instructor. Hence the discussion the previous night, regarding Jarin wanting to sleep in Abalone’s stall. That discussion had ended rather sharply and abruptly. In Tristan’s favour.
Heading to the arena, all decked out in some tack that Jarin found to be highly overpriced (as in not free), he was thankful they could use the pass through the barn to get to the indoor arena rather than walk through the rain. Wet braids were no fun. They didn't have the same whip to them in motion and that's what dressage was all about: emotion and feel. Wet, damp, lifeless braids were not the feel Jarin wanted to display for his ride. He wanted to go in boldly and proud! He didn't know what exactly Tristan was hoping to sccomplish today but he was going to give it his all! After all...he had a very expensive purchase to repay and he couldn't do that if he didn't do well. That was just all a part of the game they all played. 
Jarin hopped up into the saddle, catching the stirrups and sitting up straight. He wacthed the contestant before him finish up and make their way out of the ring. Her horse was adorable! And what an adorable bonnet! Jarin wanted to get one for Abe now! Ooooh, what color!? Jarin snapped back into reality, feeling awkward for staring. He gave a polite nod and smile, adjusting his helmet. He looked down at Tristan with a smile, "I'll do my best, Tristan!"
“No, you’ll do more than your best, and then when you’ve done that, you’ll stand a chance at doing well.” He told Jarin, glancing up to Jarin with a nod. “Now go on, do well. And for the love of Christ don’t be an idiot.” He gestured to the arena, taking a step back, to go and watch from the sidelines.
Jarin gave a thumbs up! “No problem!” Why would he be an idiot? That’s not what they went over in the lessons. He was going to ride! And ride better than best! Jarin gave himself a determined nod and pranced off into the arena.
“Mm.” Tristan hoped his reputation would remain intact for the remainder of this show. He sincerely hoped.
Abe rounded over and very proudly marched into the arena. He had finally been worked back into shape, other than fat. Now his muscles rippled as he entered the arena. His tail dragged out behind him like a long train of a wedding dress. It as certainly something of conversation but Abe had more than pretty hair at his disposal. He had power and grace, springing into his movements, whipping that tail around to accentuate his flying lead changes. Nothing about Abe was subtle. Expressive. Just what Tristan had selected him for. It looked as if Abe and Jarin were dancing with the lightning, rippling across the clouds. Braids were whipping, diamonds were shining, and for once, the pair looked like a functioning human and horse combo - dare one say a team
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213 layers later...
This was certainly a challenge piece for myself. We moved inside where I struggle and have not really had to do much of xD And now I see why lol It was a hilarious (and frustrating) process to watch my laptop slowly lose function as it went on. Let's see, zoom function said nope, at one point I couldn't erase so I had to cut pieces out instead xDD This was a pivotal piece for my poor ol' laptop!
That aside, lookit, Jarin is doing more dressage! Thanks, Tristan, for putting an influence on him lol we didn't ask for stupid manes and tails but Jarin works to please...

Jarin/Abe/Art © Drasayer 
Tristan © Saoradh 


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SomersetRaven's avatar
This is stunning! So dynamic with the pose, the lighting and oh my gosh that hair! :love: