Novice (Delia Rose & Mister Romeo)

[Maggie]

Weather: Cold, snow flakes are falling outside

Indoor/outdoor: Indoor

Limit: You have two days to complete your post, if you do not make the limit you will be disqualified from the event.

Course: Barrel Combination

Tips: Try to get the fastest time, please do not god mod. Make your post longer than 150 words.

[Savina]

Delia was nervous, she had butterflies flutetring around inside her. Her Grandmother had always said, the butterflies were good luck. She hoped she was right. Gripping the reins tightly, She blushed as she spotted Crystal nearby, cheering her on. Beside Crystal was Sierra, who was ready for her show, which she would do just after the novice riders finished.
The gelding pony, Monte, or Mister Romeo as his show name was, was very well mannered, and Delia was happy that he was so well behaved.She hadn't been riding for long,and was pretty unsure of what she was doing. Monte was pretty easy to bond with though, at least for her.
The gelding was dressed in a dark brown saddle, with a hunter green pad underneath. Delia had a shirt of the same color on her, with white designs, as was common with western attire. she had a light colored western hat on her head, and light colored boots that Crystal had bought for her.She was shaking nervously as she led him into the shoot, and the gelding booted her with his nose, as if telling her she had nothing to worry about. She shook as she climbed into the saddle, and struggled with herself to keep calm. She heard them call her name, and just a second later, the gate sprung open, and she was out of the shoot, headed for the barrel..
Her mind cleared, thinking only of staying on, and getting through the pattern without killing herself, or hurting Monte. She pulled gently, nervously on the reins, guiding him toward the first barrel. Monte responed instantly, clearly he knew what he was doing. She tugged the reins, and leaned her weight back as she guided him around the barrel. He slowed at the perfect moment, and slid around the barrel with ease. She guided him toward the next one, and he needed no urging. He went eagerly, and Delia guided hima round it.
This time however, he had already turned himself, and Delia hadn't realized the angle they were headed at the barrel. She bumped it with her foot. She quickly pulled her foot out of the stirrup, and the barrel swayed in place even as the finished the turn, Delia still with only one foot in the stirrup. She mumbled under her breath, and urged him toward the third and final barrel. This time she watched her angles closer, and steered Monte a fraction of an inch away from the barrel, taking the turn a little too wide. She was unhappy with herself, though she knew it had alot to do with being nervous, and the butterflys still fluttering in her stomach.
She guided him the rest of the way around the barrel, keeping as close as she could to it. As they exited the turn, Monte burst forward of his own accord, and it took all Delia had to hold on without her stirrup. She leaned over his neck, her left hand firmly on the saddle horn, her right on the reins, as they galloped out of the arena. The exited, and Delia pulled him to a stop, blushing as she heard Crystal cheering her.