Blue Ridge is a fictional town located deep in the heart of Kentucky. It is home to one of the most well known equestrian academies in the United States. Students and staff from all over the world join the academy for what it has to offer. Do you have what it takes to join us and learn from the Academy?
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This is an egg-and-spoon race. The competitors all line up on one end of the arena at a line drawn in the footing. Each gets given a spoon with an egg balanced on it. If the egg falls, that rider must return to the line, retrieve a new egg, and start over. Only the spoon may be touching the egg at any given time.
Post by Stefano Rice on Sept 1, 2017 2:13:53 GMT -8
Seth whistled as he walked down to the Red Willow barn, he grinned toward the students who looked a little surprised to see him in there, as his assigned horse was in the other barn. However, the horse he wanted to ride for the class he wanted to enter in, was in this barn. "Hello beautiful." He cooed as he reached Pixie's stall, holding his hand out for the rose grey mare. "You want to go and play some games?" He continued his whistling as he grabbed her head collar and entered the stall.
He groomed the mare as though he were taking her in a turn-out class, and tacked her up in the gear that he had cleaned the night before. He frowned at the reins, which still looked a little grubby, and he wondered if he should have added oil to them as well. After all, he'd be wearing gloves, which would give him a little more grip, though he didn't have time to think about this as he fastened his helmet and led the mare out of the barn.
At the arena, he began to work the mare through her paces, knowing that he wouldn't have to do too much work as they weren't going to be galloping in an egg and spoon race... at least not unless he could get some superglue under the egg, while moving, with no one watching, but he got her listening to him nonetheless.
When called to line up, he used his seat and legs to urge the mare over to where they needed to be and he took the reins in his left hand as he accepted the egg and spoon with his right, grinning broadly. "Wisely, and slow. They stumble that rush fast." When they were given the go, he gently asked the mare to walk forward, keeping his cues soft so that she wouldn't think he wanted her to race, and once she was moving, he rose out of the saddle so that he was holding on with his knees - being in mounted games for the past two years had taught him a trick or two - and moving his left hand up the mare's neck get clicked his tongue and grinned as she broke into a trot and then a gentle canter. Now, it was his job to keep his upper body as still as possible and not allow his right arm to rest on the mare's neck and rock the egg.
"Woah." He soothed as they crossed the line at the other end and handed the egg and spoon off the attendant down there. "Tough she be but little, she is fierce." He said with a laugh as he rubbed the mare's neck.