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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Post by Gladys Madoc on May 26, 2018 9:42:34 GMT -8
Gladys took a deep breath as she sat down, wondering what on earth she had been thinking when she signed up to do this. She'd barely been driving for a few months and yet here she was at a school show, preparing to do it competitively! Clearly, she had been completely and utterly out of her mind. But she was here now, and so there was no going back. Not without looking like an idiot... even more of an idiot. The brunette took a deep breath in and, at a sign from the steward, clicked at the grey mare, who obediently began to trot. For once, the Welsh girl dared to smile and she thanked God that it was Misty.
They squeezed through the first pair of cones without much difficulty, although Gladys did have some trouble in actually finding the second- it was like a labyrinth without a map- and as a result, approached on completely the wrong line, knocking the right cone. Well, that was a good start. Three was, thankfully, a little easier to find, and though it took some manoeuvring to get to the fourth set, she managed it, more or less, though certainly not with any kind of grace or style. They then proceeded to make a complete mess of both seven and eighteen despite not actually aiming for the latter, and Gladys's face was bright red as she came through number eight. Number nine was, thankfully, in a convenient place, and though the turn into number ten was sharp, the brunette had to grin as she managed to squeeze through. Some back-tracking was involved to approach the eleventh set of cones, during which she nearly managed to fall out, and she had to slow Misty into a walk in order to be able to get around to number twelve. Thirteen and fourteen were, in her opinion, in a ridiculous arrangement, and so she didn't feel too bad about completely mucking up both, but the final few were more reasonably spaced and as she crossed the finish line at long last, Gladys decided that it hadn't been all that bad, considering.