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YAY MORE PAINTING.

Off sick from work today (been feeling very shaky/have been a bit physically shaky) so decided to do some painting and ended up working on another Oak Hollow Spring Warm Up picture.

This time it's BH Punch Drunk ridden by Jemima Martins. I'm really pleased with how this came out, even if the Horse and Country logo is somewhat skewiff x)

The story is quite long and kind of boring. Sorry. Just got a bit carried away xD
This is what happens to me when I don't see people all day.

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Jemima was already exhausted from her jumping round with Radio, and Punk wasn't letting her off easily today. Radio, usually a gentle, willing soul, had been full of zing and zither, and had ploughed around the arena hanging on the bit and trying his very best to gallop at every single jump he saw. That was a pretty tiring round to ride. And now, during his warm up, Punk was doing the same.
The big stallion had won his first competition here at Oak Hollow, and he seemed to know it. He'd been strutting around like he was in charge since they'd arrived, and now he was apparently ignoring Jemima's aids to the best of his ability.
"Behave or I'll put a bit in that big stupid mouth of yours!" she finally snapped, hauling on his hackamore to get him to turn towards the practice fence and getting nowhere.
"Calm down, Jem!" Charlie shouted across at her. He was watching the 'warm up' (it was pretty laughable to think of it as a warm up when it was just tiring Jemima out) from the side of the school and had been trying to offer helpful advice to the young woman. None of it had particularly worked.
"You know he's a flighty beast, if you get stressed out he'll probably notice and either take advantage more or bolt. Just relax. Remember how much fun you used to have riding him?"
Jemima sighed and nodded, rubbing her eyes with her right hand and holding the reins loosely in her left.
"Yeah.. I know. Just with Radio being such a butthead earlier and this one refusing to follow instructions now it's getting a little wearing."
"There's not time to gallop him to let it out of his system now, but run him around the edge of the school a few times. Tire him out a little bit, remind him that you can make him do what you want. And then head in there and enjoy it!"
Nodding again, her face setting into something like grim determination, Jemima clicked her tonge and pushed the big champagne warmblood into a canter. She let him fly around the edge of the ring three, maybe four times before she could feel him beginning to soften and relax, and the next time she turned him towards the practice fence he followed calmly, collected nicely and popped over it easily.
"Atta girl! The rider 2 ahead of you's just gone in, so I'd bring him around to wait. Don't want to tire him out too much, do you?"
The girl shook her head and drew the stallion back to a walk, letting the reins slip from her fingers to give him his head as they ambled towards the arena. The short wait did them both good - Punk was raring to go, and Jemima had finally managed to recover from her earlier round with Radio. When their number was called, an automatic smile sprang to her face and her horse's ears pricked. They were both ready to go, and go they went.
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Okarnillart's avatar
I love your story!

Great painting, I always get the logos skewiff - can't seem to help it.

Good luck!