Just As Everlasting RDS Showjumping

->RDS three day event fav.me/d7l46h8
#104
Horse's Name: Just As Everlasting
Horse's Ref: fav.me/d6ynups
Horse's Age: 6
Rider's Name: Lyra Bellza Bates
Rider's Age: 24

-> Reference picture used fav.me/d3jnxtr
-> Story:
"What's with all the orange?" asked Rebecca, as she watched Lyra take an orange jacket out of a garment bag.
"Really? Do we really have to go over this again Becca?" Lyra shot her a look.  They had already had this conversation in the truck on the way here. Lyra had borrowed the jacket from a friend, (who had a flamboyant sense of fashion) and though it was a bit tight, she fit in it well enough. Era was tied to the trailer, looking at Lyra intently. "Good boy, one sec." They had already brushed him, and sprayed him with fly spray, and now he was eating out of a hay bag. He wanted his bridle on so he could just go and jump! Sassy boy. Becca was now bending over Era's hooves. "What are you doing????" asked Lyra, walked over to inspect. "BECCA!!!" Her crazy friend had put bright orange hoof polish on her horse's hooves. "What is this???" Becca smirked, "It will be fine." Lyra stalked off, grumbling to herself.

Lyra finished getting herself ready, and as she did so Becca put on Era's bridle. Or, more or less, tried to. The reins were over his head, hanging loosely around his neck, and held his head up as high as his long neck would allow. Becca, being shorter than average, was having a really hard time. Lyra laughed, ducked into the dressing room of the trailer, and pulled out a mint. "Era, c'mon." He dropped his head, looking as smug as a horse could. Becca quickled buckled his bridle up, and Lyra rewarded him with his favourite treat. "Let's get to warm up."

Warm up, as always, was an exciting place for Era. There were horses cantering past him, behind him, and in circles for what seemed like forever. Era nickered at a goodlooking white horse who passed, and he felt Lyra shake with laughter. He flicked an ear back, slowing his walk even more, as though to say 'what?' Lyra leaned down, while tightening her girth, whispered to him, 'that's another stallion buddy.' She laughed again. 'You sure don't act like one sweetie.' Era nickered to her, turning his head to look at her. She patted his neck, and then pushed him forward. Time to perform greatness...

As they were called in, Lyra handed her bat to Becca. "Don't need this." And she was right. Era was very forward, almost too forward, as he rushed the first jump. He got closer to it than Lyra would of liked, but he was athletic enough to get himself out of trouble. Lyra balanced him much more after that jump, focusing on him keeping his hind end underneath his body. He was quiet (for Era) over the remainder of the course, and though it wasn't his best stadium round, Lyra still thought he did well.


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