We call this dancing

ugh, lame story but my brain is not thinking normally due to studies

and yay for yet another song-name-title

my entry for *SageSinRiddle's High Tide Tournament

The day of the show turned out beautiful if you ignored the wind rushing over the land. Thankfully the horses had loaded and travelled to Ocean View Equestrian Center without a problem. Sarah was a bundle of nerves and probably wouldn’t have handled the situation well if things had gone wrong. This whole thing was stupid, she’d given up her competitive career to focus on the racing operation he father had started… then George had come along and bought that palomino Canadian stallion and it changed everything. Though Xandy was Rachel’s ride since his jumping as George had said was phenomenal and Sarah didn’t have the courage to face jumping again just yet – watching the young girl compete successfully through the season brought on a flood of memories and an itch that only those who compete in equestrian sports can understand.

And then came Galaxy.

The itch intensified until, when it was time to start training the buckskin filly, it became unbearable and out came the old riding gear.

It had been almost ten months since Galaxy had begun her dressage training with the last couple of weeks focused on getting their level 1 test up to scratch. The young filly was so easy to bring on, with the attitude and paces to make even the most nervous rider feel like they could conquer the world and just enough spunk under the right hands to draw every eye to her.

“You’re worried.”

“No I’m not.”

“Sure, whatever.” Dean replied, smiling to himself. The bell rang signaling it was her turn to do her test. “Go get ‘em tiger.”

Sarah couldn’t help the smile, while it was a cliché thing to say, the two of them had used it religiously when they’d competed together as teens. For some reason it relaxed her and the smile stayed as she kicked her filly on towards the end of the arena to begin the test. Beneath her she felt Galaxy relax with her as her trot became that fluid steady movement that was so desired in dressage.

“A enter in working trot. X, halt through the walk, salute.”

The pair worked through the test as well as they’d practiced at home and Sarah came out the arena beaming, giving the filly the hugs and kisses she deserved. Even if they didn’t place, Sarah really couldn’t fault the filly’s first time.

Foal Pic
Dressage Training

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