Horses Name: The Flying Dutchman
Rider/Handler: Angelo Rashano
Flynn's very first show. Angel and Flynn had just arrived at Rivendell when they heard of a show going on that sounded like a good start for Flynn. So they shipped off again. The weather was cool, dark clouds rolled overhead. It had been raining off and on all day. Angel hated the cold weather. It made his muscles sore. But Flynn was exceptionally high-strung. Angel walked him in the ring and set him loose for the Liberty class. He knew with Flynn's energy and high stepping gaits, he'd surely impress the judges. Only problem would be catching him afterwards.
Flynn trotted around the ring, snorting and tossing his head. He snapped his knees up high and brought his hooves down heavy in the sodden grass and puddles. He trotted over to where Angel stood and stopped at the fence. Angel smirked and jumped at the fence. Flynn, playing, acted spooked, wheeled around and started bucking. Then trotted off towards the judges stand. When Flynn's time was up, Angel entered the ring, halter in hand and Flynn surprisingly trotted up to him and stopped, waiting to be led away. They trudged out of the wet ring and back to the stable to await the results.
ALL TRADITIONAL ART
Prismacolor colored pencil and acrylic paint on white paper