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c. 54; Ribbon [pt. 2]

July 31st - 6:06pm
Nevada time

Food Dude
you guys really
want mexican for
a fourth night

Princess
it's a tradition.
we eat mexican
every night, and
have a big one the
day before finals

now five bean
burritos, chips
with beef & queso
dip, a veggie taco
salad, 4 grilled
steak & grilled
shrimp quesadillas,
2 shrimp fajitas,
chicken tenders,
and whatever you
want

and if they ask, rice

Food Dude
desert?

Princess
thank you for
remembering

15 tres leches
cakes. one more
if you want one

Food Dude
alright. i'll be at
the grounds in
10 for money

and when do you
go on

Princess
7:30 and thanks
dude

Food Dude
;)

7:19pm

"I'm here" Corbyn yells as him and Charlie walk up to the barn table with bags of food for everyone. Josie trotted over and hugged him, taking her, Noel and Corbyn's food with her to the table

"Alright everyone. Josie, Caitlyn, Noel and Luke, get you're horses. We have ten minutes. Kiss your loved ones and get going because this is your deciding class" Steph yelled over the commotion, people grabbing bags, whips and hats

The four went opposite directions to grab their horses. Luke to get his Saddlebred, same with Caitlyn. Josie grabs the Friesian she had been with all day as Noel gets his Arabian. Their classes being judged on the horses, unlike Dana who was the barn's 15-year-old Equitation person. She was judged on her posture and how she held herself

Mounting Stella, Josie made her way to the warm up ring, as anxious as ever. Her past five trips there, she was more calm about everything. But now, she couldn't control herself. She felt at any moment she would sweat right through her outfit from anxiety. An anxiety she got at every show. But now, it couldn't be worse. Corbyn was here watching her show for her mother who had passed. This was possibly the worst situation she could be in

She continuously whispered profanities between each command and breath. Stella didn't catch on, but she could sense Josie's tension, making her tense as well. She couldn't change as perfectly and tended to spook at passing objects, barking dogs, and other riders running to their horses. She was on edge - not as much as Josie, but still on edge

"This is like the final vote before an award show or something for you. I'm so fucking nervous" she mumbled to Corbyn who stood on the other side of the fence. She made her way towards him, not wanting anyone but him to hear her panic, and it was adorable to see her so worried. He knew she would be perfect and would move on, because from the last few days, he saw how amazing she is at anything and everything

"You don't have to worry" he says reassuringly, reaching over the fence to give her thigh a quick squeeze to say everything will be just fine. She grabbed his hand and held onto it as she awaited for the photographer to get last few pictures of the winner of the previous class with his ribbon before going. Every second ticking killed her a little more than the last, but she masked it to help her horse who she felt tense under her during their first trot