[Ongoing] Random Theme Challenge

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    "Rachel, we really need a better means of testing new horses than just throwing Meredith on their back and seeing how she gets on."
    "She seems to enjoy it, and I'd rather her daredevil sessions were supervised than she takes it out on the cross country course."

    The chain of command at Vanaheim is a little strange. To an outsider, it's clear that Rachel is the boss and matriarch of the yard, but some might consider the dressage lead, Aaron Smith to be her right hand man, but in fact, it's Meredith 'Merry' Deacon, who never feels quite alive unless she's flirting with death.

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    Thank you to everyone who entered this theme, it was great fun to go through and see them. To those who haven't entered before, I'll send the participation markings kindly made by @Thea-Radmer to you over the weekend.


    So with The Boss themed all wrapped up, here we go again with the new theme running from 4th - 31st July This has been extended by a week due to the forum downtime.


    and the theme is... Beach Vibes


    If anyone is struggling with ideas or specific content for your idea, just post in the chatter thread. Otherwise, I hope you guys have fun coming up with wonderful summer beach / ocean pictures for this theme! :sparkles: :ocean: :palm_tree:

  • Living by the sea sure does have it's perks. It's relaxing, beautiful, good for your health, and who can resist a nice bareback canter on a beach? Just remember to bring a lot of sunscreen and to stay hydrated!

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    "We never should have bred Kalishka. That filly is even worse than her mother!" Merry muttered under her breath as she hauled herself out of the water, soaking wet, pushing the hair out of her eyes and watching the rapidly departing hindquarters of her prize mare's first offspring and yelling after her: "I swear, Coralis, when I catch up with you, you're doing dressage under Ray for the rest of the season! No eventing, no water, no jumping at all! See how you like that!"

  • Anna had always felt that Iceland was her true home. The land of Ice and Fire had captivated her long ago and since has stolen her heart. She never felt more alive than tölting among the beaches of black sand, rough wind and chilled water.

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    Beach Vibes
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    ft. ART Akaroa and Nicol Gärtner

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    ABRC Wistula & Siri and Birkebei Vianna & Vivienne

  • Waverly and ABRC Mobby Morgis

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    BEACH VIBES, when equestrians have fun


    Blu Blanc Rouge LX
    Avoca Valkyrie CO

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    There's 2 hour drive to the nearest beach? No thanks! We'll rather spend our day by the pool, keeping cool. :sunglasses: :sunny: We're so lucky that one of our girls just bought this gorgeous house with an in-ground pool! It's hot and sweaty working with, and caring for horses all day, a pool would feel amazing!
    Before they could jump in, the girls needed proper pool attire to get them ready. They took a quick look online to see what store would have what they were looking for. These suits had to best represent each girl as an individual.
    So many to choose from! Bikini tops and bottoms, or one piece swimsuits. 👙 Once found what they were looking for, it was on!


    Waverly sporting her favorite fruit bikini :pineapple: and her favorite desert floating :doughnut:, she's really looking more like a snack today, than she ever has.


    Catching some rays, and getting some color! Our legs don't usually see the sun, since we're always wearing pants. We're sorry for the blinding whiteness! :white_flower: :turtle: :fish:


    Eden looking pretty sweet here! Donut fall for it though! :doughnut:


    Well you can't make everyone get in the water. And really, who's mad that a little girl is reading? :book:

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    The waves seemed to sleep when they visited the small strip of beach each evening; a long stretch of darkness reaching out to the horizon filled with glistening stars and the promise of peace as she would write in her notebook, vaguely paying attention to the click of his camera beside her. It was their nightly ritual to walk down and sit on the beach; both lost and content in their own worlds to watch the world drift by until she shivered under the pressing night breeze.
    Other times, she would walk down during the sunrise dragging Ayse along with her; two best friends sitting on the cold clumpy sand reminiscing about the sparkling blue ocean back home in Turkey; nothing compared to the darker water that surrounded them here, but both still listening contently to the soft murmurs of the water crashing against the mossy rocks. Benedict would join them occasionally on their day trips, usually to reward one of his few horses for not throwing him off in the arena. He would often try and encourage Demet to ride alongside but she was too happy dancing in the sand, throwing her arms into the salty air and letting her bare feet sink into the cool water.
    When Emre had joined their little band of misfits at the farm, Ayse had been insistent on inviting him on their trips down to the beach - it would help him fit in, she was sure of it. He'd eventually relented after the fourth invitation and watched with amusement as the two girls skipped and jogged ahead, eager to reunite with the vast space just past the cluster of rugged cliffs whilst Benedict rode next to him, muttering and wincing every time Demet would trip on a loose stone in the path or wade too far out into the ocean.


    Featuring Demet Valentini (right),Ayse Merenlaine (left), Benedict Rosella riding Foxberry's Jabari (right) and Emre Lacroix riding Charientism AT (left).

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    Something always lured Wren and Nora to the sea.

    It’s why they opted out of spending their afternoon at the Monterey Bay Aquarium with Adeline and Irene. From there, McAbee Beach was only a five minutes’ walk. That strip of sand and stone, a rocky paradise of its own, yawned through tourists’ chatter in the shadows of Cannery Row’s restaurants and shops above. But Wren and Nora did not spend their afternoon at McAbee Beach, either. The teens elected to visit Lovers Point Beach for adventure’s sake, embarking on a trip five times as long and in the opposite direction of Cannery Row. Salt imbued the air, just subtly enough to revive memories of other beaches and salted airs. Sand crabs and sandcastles bloomed in Wren and Nora’s minds, which sparkled in the rose gold blush of nostalgia.

    A jetty divided the beach in half. The northmost half sat free from the towels and umbrellas that dotted the other half of the beach, which breathed children’s laughter and sand castles. In the midsummer stillness, the air smelled of warm salt and dusty sand. The sea was an azure mirror that glittered beyond the shore and swallowed the sky. Wren and Nora could feel a bit of brine on their tongues and in the back of their throats as they breathed, and the ocean from which it came murmured as its waves kissed the sand and retreated. The rhythm of life and laughter slowed to match the tumble of the sea, but that never stopped the seagulls from their shenanigans.

    No blanket, no lunch (thus no seagull shenanigans); Wren and Nora sat on the bare sand. The regret of unpreparedness sank into them with every grain of sand that clung to their sunscreened legs but they drowned it out. They lamented over band camp and trivial things and chattered in the sun’s warmth. Their eyes glittered with mirth as the ocean did in the high afternoon sun.

    Waves washed the sand and the rest of the afternoon away as the tide rolled in closer, threatening the girls’ toes. Sunburn tinged their shoulders pink, seaspray salted their lips, laughter filled their bellies. Clouds’ long shadows stretched on their sandy canvas below as the sky turned to copper, like the inside of a seashell, and the sun was a ripe lemon over the horizon. Seagulls still squeaked in the sky. Adeline and Irene finished their escapades at the aquarium and too journeyed to Lovers Point, but the beach belonged to Wren and Nora.


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    I hope you guys enjoyed this theme, it's been fun going through them all and seeing all the different beach styles :beach_umbrella:


    So with Beach Wives theme all wrapped up, here we go again with the new theme running from 1st-22nd August


    and the theme is... Early Bird


    If anyone is struggling with ideas or specific content for your idea, just post in the chatter thread or send me a PM, I'm usually around to help out with anything. I hope you guys have fun with this :bird:

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    A new member of Volte Farms, Nettle S, enjoying some early morning turnout before the heat of the day.

  • Because Mornings Are Hard
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    There were advantages to living on site, particularly when the Deacons provided their staff with cosy, well-furnished rooms. Of course, that made things difficult when the residents had to get up earlier than normal to get the horses to a show. Jenny Barton, in particular, was one such resident that wasn't a morning person.

    This was in rather stark contrast to Georgia Mason, one of the working students on the yard. Storming into the bedroom, she grabbed a plush horse from the top of the chest of drawers, lobbing it at Jenny's head before yanking the covers back. Jenny groaned, cracking one eye open to see Georgia signing furiously at her.

    "Get your arse out of bed, Barton! The horses need to be ready to load in 10 minutes!"

    Bolting upright, Jenny lunged for the night stand, managing to knock her hearing aids to the floor before snagging them, shoving them in just in time to hear Georgia say:

    "- I swear to god, Barton, Ray's already doing her nut so you'd better shift it!"

    There were times that Rachel's near-pathological need to organise came in useful, and early morning starts to shows was one of them. All of the tack and feed had been loaded into the lorries the night before, haynets stuffed, travel protections stacked outside the stables, and each horse's documentation collected into a neat wallet that sat on her desk ready to grab in the morning. It meant that the collection of half-asleep riders and grooms standing in the home ring, next to the lorry parking, only had to run a brush over their charges, strap on the protections, and lead them out to the lorries.

    "Kalishka, Vixen, Lillian, Angriff, Dragonfire, Bellator, Ravensglass, and Vetinari, you're in number one!" Rachel called out, consulting her clipboard. "Minerva, Sylvaine, Dragon, Everdale, Astrid, Battlespire, Iris and Atropos, number two! Greygarden's in the trailer with Vhaerys and Celestial, let's see if she can get those two to calm down. I don't want to have to unload them onto a rest stop again if I can help it!" She paused in her calls as Merry shambled her way over having loaded Kalishka into the lorry. She held up a hand, stalling the 'I told you so' that she knew was coming from her over-prepared wife.

    "Yes, you were right, we'll just board them overnight next time."

    "That would make this easier, yes," Rachel replied, shaking her head with a slight smile. She had been advocating for that ever since Merry had decided to enter horses in a show five hours away. "I've sent George to get Jenny up. Looks like the vibrating watch alarm wasn't enough this morning, but Sam got her horses up and ready for her so we're not behind schedule." Checking her watch, she seemed to make a decision. "Go do a coffee run for everyone. We have time for everyone to have a cup before we set off."

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