Markhors in action

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  "We're here," I whispered to my mare Nell, when I was leading her out of the transporter. Actually, I felt really sick after that way in transporter A moment later San and Gabriel were also leading their horses out and deciding what to do next.

There were plenty of people I did not know, so I took Nellie to walk around grounds, to stretch her stiff muscles after ride in that narrow box of transporter.

    This night was really beautiful and unusually warm. Month with a bluish tint was just coming over the horizon, the stars were shining like dewdrops on a spider web. Nell looked happy and relaxed.

    Until we came to a large arena where the races were held today, I realized that we should go back, we had time to prepare. Nobody was around transporter, probably they went to warm up thir horses, there stayed only my bag for cleaning, so I went to work. Properly groom, brush off the dust and fur that left currycomb by soft brush and then brush all the tail. There shouldn't stay only a straw. Finally, clean hoof and paint them with ointment for shine.

    Then I went to a transporter for a dressage tailcoat, white bandages, saddle and bridle. I hung the tailcoat on a car door and began  bandaging legs my horned mare. Then I put blanket over her back and saddle over blanket, saddle girth I tightened only gently. Then I removed her halter and put a bridle. "Good," I commended her as she calmly took the bridle. I took my tailcoat and went with her towards the warming up arena, where we should both stretched and prepared for the last time before competition...

    With a distance I watched other riders while their dressage tasks. They all were wonderful, like one body, like one soul...

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Points: (20 )

• full body: 5
• detailed shading: 4
• background: 2
• competition picture: 5
• story: 3
• placement: 1