DLS Idaho Belle Ridden by Vergil
Things, as always on show day, were hectic at Dragon Lodge, with numerous horses being pulled out of stables and led to trailers. Tackboxes were loaded and placed in the main van. Then all were off. They moved in convoy, finally arriving at the show grounds.
"Go go go Vergil! Get ready! We'll get the camp back here set up," Karif called, rolling his eyes as Dante dragged Vergil to one side.
"I'll be taking pictures, you'll be great" a shy kiss on the cheek and then Dante was off. While he wasn't competing today he was there to take photos for their lookbook.
Vergil was left momentarily dumbfounded before shaking his head removing his hand from where Dante had kissed him going to get ready for his show, then going to get Idaho Belle ready... Only to find she was already tacked. Easily he took her to the warm up ring getting a leg up from Karif. The plan was to remove the bandages once she was a bit more warmed up... however things never ran smoothly.
Karif was off checking the music had arrived safely, and next thing he knew he'd been called. "Lets go for it Belle" he murmured, patting her neck gently before the two entered the indoor arena, picking up a strong canter down the centre line.
"Guys! Here's another one!" Fanny pointed at a tree ahead. She and the other two riders trailing slightly behind her were in the middle of the famous October Westeros Equine Treasure Hunt and were, as far as she could tell, doing good progress. As she reached up for the hanging clue, she heard the clear and true sound of Sydney's laughter in response to, she imagined, Jake's joke. The three of them had been paired together by Joséphine two hours previously, a combination they had all welcomed happily, being the only Americans on the team. Fanny smiled. The day had been absolutely perfect. A soft wind rustled through the color changing leaves and although a sweater was needed, the sun warmed both men and horses.
"You will find me in the hollow. Laying on my side for years already, my knots covered with moss." She read aloud.
"The old log! Straight ahead for a while then left toward the cross country course" Jake deciphered knowledgeably, "I've been around those woods quite a bit, trust me!"
Before they could agree, he spured Ruby on, shouting back as she picked up the canter:
"Last one there is a pair of moldy breeches!"