Neighvember Eventing Show

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Riding the Autumn Breeze
By Harvest ・ 2 ・ 0
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The third day of eventing started the same as both the others, though this time Edith didn’t bother rising with it. Instead, she munched on some of the hay she had leftover from the previous night, enjoying the water in her stall and the smells of the autumn air, and simply relaxed. Her rider would be there eventually, and frankly… Well, she didn’t mind dressage, but ...
Simple Dressage
By kitnjinx ・ 0 ・ 0
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The second day of the competitions brought with it the same rushing murmur of excitement and restlessness as the first, and Edith couldn’t help but be drawn to it after showjumping the previous day. Her tail swished, circling as she waited for her rider. Alene was later than she had been the previous day, far later. Still, Edit...
Crossing The Forest
By kitnjinx ・ 0 ・ 0
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Edith’s ear flicked as the barn started to come alive with the hum of morning activity, tail swishing as she huffed out a breath and circled in her stall. She could hear the soft murmur of the others, horses huffing greetings to half-familiar neighbors and whinnying greeters to their riders as humans chatted to their Loshenka or fellow competitors. A familiar hum had her turning, returning to the door of her stall a...
Fall Jumping [Edith - Show Jumping]
By kitnjinx ・ 0 ・ 0
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Let em cook!
By ManicPixieTeaGremlin ・ 2 ・ 0
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Autumn Dance
By Czelstar ・ 3 ・ 0
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Extended Canter
By Harvest ・ 2 ・ 0
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Fall Dressage
By NikoTheNick ・ 0 ・ 0
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Gwen stood outside the stables of Whitehorse Farms, her hand resting on the blueberry colored side of Uiscefhuaraithe as she watched the other horses and riders. ...
Show Jumping Water
By Draggoness ・ 0 ・ 0
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Autumn A Bound
By ManicPixieTeaGremlin ・ 0 ・ 0
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Zoom into Fall
By ManicPixieTeaGremlin ・ 1 ・ 0
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Extended Autumn Stroll
By ManicPixieTeaGremlin ・ 0 ・ 0
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[XC Entry] Diablo's Run
By Quiverfoot ・ 2 ・ 0
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Cassandra regarded Whitehorse Farms quietly as she brushed at First Class’s neck, his classic champaign color made paler by the roan gene he carried. It was a pretty place and well maintained, the bright colors of the fall leaves only adding to the aesthetic of the place.  Leaves crunched under First Class’s hooves as they made their way to the start of the cross ...
First Class Cross Country
By Draggoness ・ 0 ・ 0
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