Maeve Carolan smiled to herself as she walked down the aisles of stabling, remembering years prior when she would compete here with her Irish Sport Horse, Proper. In theory, Maeve was supposed to be enjoying a break from competing. At thirty-three, she was ready to work on some other parts of her life, and had just married her husband over the past summer. But then she received a call that a close friend was sick, and would she be willing to ride in her place, as to not let the entry fees go to waste?
She stopped as she came up on the stall housing the big blood bay stallion. She peeked over the stall bars to check the water buckets. SSE Memento Mori lazily flicked his ears in acknowledgement. A rare moment for the particularly aggressive stallion.