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An extra image for CSS Adalrik at *TackRack's Hardy Stud for the first phase of the #HARPG-Grand-Prix 3DE, Dressage!
Halfway through the second bag of IV fluids, Riki passed the impaction. He immediately began perking up to the extent a tired stallion could. Vivian was beyond ecstatic the Riki had pulled through, but she knew that this bought of colic was going to change Riki’s life permanently. His feeding would never be the same again. Not only would his grain intake and hay be rationed and fed differently, but also his hydration would be micromanaged with small feedings of bran mash and Epson salts after every workout and a tablespoon of electrolyte powder in every night feeding.
After a phone call to the vet to update her on Riki’s recovery, Vivian allowed Riki to finish the last bag of IV fluids before removing the IV and catheter from Riki’s jugular vein and letting the stallion loose in his stall. The rain dribbled pathetically on the roof of the barn as the sheet of gray clouds blanketing the sky darkened and growled forebodingly of a thunderstorm. The heavy sky was impenetrable by rays of the sun, but the landscape was as bright and lush as ever. Vivian yawned and rubbed her face in an attempt to physically push her weariness away. 10 hours of nervous hell was enough to kill anyone’s energy level. Although she knew she needed to sleep, Vivian was still too nervous to leave Riki alone. When Stephen, the rider from D'Altavilla Equestrian Centre, volunteered to keep an eye on Riki to give Vi a break, she graciously accepted. Leaving Riki with several buckets of fresh water, Vivian retreated to the guest lodging provided to her by Hardy Stud.
Vivian was awoken nearly six hours later by the ringing of her phone. She panicked, realizing she had left Riki under Stephen’s supervision for twice as long as she had asked of him. Vivian answered her phone as she darted out the door, fumbling with her keys to relock it as she juggled the call. Ceclia’s unmistakably authoritative voice focused Vivian through the phone.
“Vivian, why the hell is there a charge of over $600 to Grand Finale from you?!” Cecilia demanded aggressively over the phone.
“Oh my gosh. I am so sorry, Cecilia. I thought I had called you,” the younger sister replied as she jogged towards the barn where Riki was stabled. “Riki coliced last night. Those are vet charges.”
“Jesus, Vivian! You’ve got to call and get permission for expenses like this! That is $600 that was NOT budgeted for this damn Grand Prix!” the barn manager yelled over the phone.
“He could have died,” Vivian retorted angrily. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn how much it cost. The tubing and IV fluids worked, and Riki made it. That is all that matters.”
“You don’t give a damn?” Cecilia laughed angrily. “Yeah, well that’s cause you’re not the one who had the balance the books here.”
“Cecilia, $600 isn’t going to kill the Camerons. They’re so stickin’ rich. This is like a single dinner to them,” Vivian argued.
“It isn’t your place to judge the income of your employers, Vivian,” Cecilia growled.
“It’s just $600, Cecilia! God! Just deal with it! I was NECESSARY. Riki could have died!” Vivian replied in frustration as she stalked down the barn aisle towards Riki’s stall.
“Just $600, you say? JUST $600? If it is just $600 then why don’t you pay for it?” the barn manager challenged.
“Because Riki isn’t my horse,” Vivian retorted. “Riki belongs to the Camerons. It is their expense.”
“How can I justify an expense without any proof or record of what exactly it details?”
“Contact the freakin’ vet!” Vivian snarled. “They can tell you where each and every cent went.”
“You don’t understand this, Vi. And this is why you’ll never be capable of a managerial position. I have to be on top and aware of everything,” Cecilia schooled her sister in a heated tone.
“Oh, yeah. On top of everything. Riiight. Just like you were ‘on top’ of Des and now you’re ‘on top’ of Joe?” Vivian replied spitefully.
“Don’t be jealous, little sister,” Cecilia spat. “Just because no one has looked at your cross-eyed since kindergarten doesn’t mean you should take your shortcomings out on me.”
“As if they come to you by choice!” Vivian laughed bitterly. “You scare them into bed with threats to their career and employment. Ha! You think they actually like you? Yeah, right!”
“Oh, you little filthy b-,” Cecilia began before Vivian cut her off loudly.
“Gotta go! Was great talking to you! Bye-bye now,” Vivian said quickly, hanging up on her sister in mid-insult.
She reached Riki’s stall and peered in at Riki who was lying down with his eyes closed. Her chest tightened with panic and she launched towards the stall door to get Riki on his feet. Stephen slid between her and the door right as she reached for the latch.
“He’s asleep,” Stephen chuckled, looking back into the stall.
“Are you sure?” Vivian asked skeptically.
“Yup. Positive. Poor guy is exhausted,” the other rider replied.
“How long has he been down?”
“About thirty minutes,” Stephen answered. “He has been drinking and passing very normally. I think you two are definitely in the clear.” Vivian relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling at her panic from a few moments before. Her phone rang in her hand, and she declined the call without hesitation after seeing Cecilia’s name flash up on the screen. She felt her temper flare; knowing Cecilia was just itching to chew her out. Just as soon as she declined the call, Cecilia called again and Vivian declined it a second time.
“Do you need to take that?” Stephen asked, glancing at the phone as Vi declined the third call from Cecilia.
“Nope!” Vivian replied quickly, locking up from her phone and turning back to Riki. She thanked Stephen for watching the stallion, and he told her it was no problem and wished her luck in the competition. Her phone rang once again in her palm as Stephen walked away, he glanced back at her questioningly, as if asking her again if she was gonna answer it. Vi flashed a dismissive smile and then answered her phone without looking at it.
“Calling me half a dozen times isn’t going to make me want to talk to you!” she snarled. “And, believe it or not, answering the phone just to listen to you hurl insults at me about how depressing my lack of a love life is and how irresponsible I am for taking the initiative to safe Riki’s life is NOT appealing! So, why don’t you go back to fucking Joe or whatever you spend all day doing and leave me the hell alone.” Vivian ran out of breath with which to deter Cecilia and snapped her lips closed as she breathed deeply through her nose. Her body was physically hot, and the blood pounded in her temples as she tried to call herself down. She braced for a string of insults and reprimand from the other end of the line.
“On one hand, I want to commend you for finally standing up to your sister. On the other, I am very sorry that you delivered your wonderful speech to me and not Cecilia,” a familiar voice chuckled from the other end of the line.
“Des?!”
“Hello, Curls,” Desmond laughed softly in Vivian’s ear.
“Oh my God, Des. I am so sorry,” Vi apologized, slumping onto the tack trunk outside of Riki’s stall. “I thought you were Cecilia. I am so sorry.”
“Yeah, I picked up on that,” Desmond chuckled. “No worries, Curls. I just hope you do get around to telling her all that in the near future. Things still tense between you two, huh?”
“You have no idea,” Vivian breathed stressfully.
“What is this about saving Riki? Is he OK?” the scot asked with genuine concern.
“Yeah, he’s OK now. Coliced last night. Scared the crap outta me.”
“Aw. Poor guy. Glad he pulled through. Is that why you didn’t answer my call?”
Vivian hesitated before replying. “Yeah,” she said after a moment. “Yeah, that’s why I didn’t answer. Among other things.”
“Ah,” Des replied flatly. A silence stretched across the line for a few seconds.
“What are you up to nowadays?” Vivian asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“Practicing the most basic and boring civil law in all of Scotland,” Desmond replied with a bitter chuckle and a sigh.
“Hey, it makes good money, right, Mr. Lawyer?” Vi suggested on the bright side.
“What is money worth if you’re miserable?” the scot asked seriously.
“I’m sorry,” Vivian sighed as she felt the vast weight of Desmond’s unhappiness.
“I miss you, Curls.”
“I miss you too, Des,” Vivian replied honestly, regretting everything that led up to Desmond’s discharge from Grand Finale.
“So what’s with this Joe character you targeted in your speech?” Desmond asked with a chuckle, trying to change topics. Vivian laughed before replying.
“You wouldn’t like him,” she said certainly. “He smokes.”
“Idiot,” Desmond chuckled.
“He’s a nice guy. Just naïve. And, as you heard, he is Cecilia’s new boy-toy,” Vivian grumbled with exasperation.
“Poor sucker,” the scot sympathized. “How is the Grand Prix going? Where are you right now?”
“Was going good until the bought of colic, not sure if he’ll be able to pull together for this Dressage phase,” Vivian sighed, looking in the stall at the peacefully, sleeping stallion. “We’re in Norway, Hardy Stud.” Desmond and Vivian discussed the Grand Prix, the schedule and the weather for several minutes.
“The Gala is in Germany at Rosenborg Stables in… three weeks,” Vivian sighed, realizing how far away it sounded and how much had to be done between now and then.
“You have a date?” Desmond asked, his tone half teasing and half serious.
“Nah,” Vivian chuckled. “Not sure if I’m going to go. I brought a dress and all, but I’m probably going to be the most frazzled, disheveled, exhausted human on the planet by then.”
“You should go,” Desmond suggested. “I’m sure that there will be friends there. And we both know you’ll be the most glamorous, well-composed woman there.”
“Why are you so kind to me?” Vivian laughed. “I got you fired. I put you in this miserable position you hate so much. How in the world can you be so gracious and forgiving?” Desmond was quiet for a few moments before replying.
“You’re a good person, Vivian,” he said. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you differently.” Vivian didn’t know if she was more distracted by the fact that he didn’t answer he question, his seriousness, or that he called her by her full name.
“You didn’t answer my question, Desmond,” she replied softly, leaning her head against the frame of the stall door.
“I’ve got to go, Curls,” the scot said after clearing his throat. “It was good to hear your voice again. I’ll see you soon. Make sure you deliver that speech to your sister, you hear?”
“Sure thing, Vivian chuckled. “It was nice to talk to you too. Goodbye, Des.” Vivian hung up and then looked over her shoulder at Riki who was stirring in the shavings as he woke up.
“I suppose it’s time to move on,” she sighed as she stood up and grabbed Riki’s halter and lead off of his stall door. “Come on, boy. Time to get up. We’ve got some recuperation and work to do.”
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Halfway through the second bag of IV fluids, Riki passed the impaction. He immediately began perking up to the extent a tired stallion could. Vivian was beyond ecstatic the Riki had pulled through, but she knew that this bought of colic was going to change Riki’s life permanently. His feeding would never be the same again. Not only would his grain intake and hay be rationed and fed differently, but also his hydration would be micromanaged with small feedings of bran mash and Epson salts after every workout and a tablespoon of electrolyte powder in every night feeding.
After a phone call to the vet to update her on Riki’s recovery, Vivian allowed Riki to finish the last bag of IV fluids before removing the IV and catheter from Riki’s jugular vein and letting the stallion loose in his stall. The rain dribbled pathetically on the roof of the barn as the sheet of gray clouds blanketing the sky darkened and growled forebodingly of a thunderstorm. The heavy sky was impenetrable by rays of the sun, but the landscape was as bright and lush as ever. Vivian yawned and rubbed her face in an attempt to physically push her weariness away. 10 hours of nervous hell was enough to kill anyone’s energy level. Although she knew she needed to sleep, Vivian was still too nervous to leave Riki alone. When Stephen, the rider from D'Altavilla Equestrian Centre, volunteered to keep an eye on Riki to give Vi a break, she graciously accepted. Leaving Riki with several buckets of fresh water, Vivian retreated to the guest lodging provided to her by Hardy Stud.
Vivian was awoken nearly six hours later by the ringing of her phone. She panicked, realizing she had left Riki under Stephen’s supervision for twice as long as she had asked of him. Vivian answered her phone as she darted out the door, fumbling with her keys to relock it as she juggled the call. Ceclia’s unmistakably authoritative voice focused Vivian through the phone.
“Vivian, why the hell is there a charge of over $600 to Grand Finale from you?!” Cecilia demanded aggressively over the phone.
“Oh my gosh. I am so sorry, Cecilia. I thought I had called you,” the younger sister replied as she jogged towards the barn where Riki was stabled. “Riki coliced last night. Those are vet charges.”
“Jesus, Vivian! You’ve got to call and get permission for expenses like this! That is $600 that was NOT budgeted for this damn Grand Prix!” the barn manager yelled over the phone.
“He could have died,” Vivian retorted angrily. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn how much it cost. The tubing and IV fluids worked, and Riki made it. That is all that matters.”
“You don’t give a damn?” Cecilia laughed angrily. “Yeah, well that’s cause you’re not the one who had the balance the books here.”
“Cecilia, $600 isn’t going to kill the Camerons. They’re so stickin’ rich. This is like a single dinner to them,” Vivian argued.
“It isn’t your place to judge the income of your employers, Vivian,” Cecilia growled.
“It’s just $600, Cecilia! God! Just deal with it! I was NECESSARY. Riki could have died!” Vivian replied in frustration as she stalked down the barn aisle towards Riki’s stall.
“Just $600, you say? JUST $600? If it is just $600 then why don’t you pay for it?” the barn manager challenged.
“Because Riki isn’t my horse,” Vivian retorted. “Riki belongs to the Camerons. It is their expense.”
“How can I justify an expense without any proof or record of what exactly it details?”
“Contact the freakin’ vet!” Vivian snarled. “They can tell you where each and every cent went.”
“You don’t understand this, Vi. And this is why you’ll never be capable of a managerial position. I have to be on top and aware of everything,” Cecilia schooled her sister in a heated tone.
“Oh, yeah. On top of everything. Riiight. Just like you were ‘on top’ of Des and now you’re ‘on top’ of Joe?” Vivian replied spitefully.
“Don’t be jealous, little sister,” Cecilia spat. “Just because no one has looked at your cross-eyed since kindergarten doesn’t mean you should take your shortcomings out on me.”
“As if they come to you by choice!” Vivian laughed bitterly. “You scare them into bed with threats to their career and employment. Ha! You think they actually like you? Yeah, right!”
“Oh, you little filthy b-,” Cecilia began before Vivian cut her off loudly.
“Gotta go! Was great talking to you! Bye-bye now,” Vivian said quickly, hanging up on her sister in mid-insult.
She reached Riki’s stall and peered in at Riki who was lying down with his eyes closed. Her chest tightened with panic and she launched towards the stall door to get Riki on his feet. Stephen slid between her and the door right as she reached for the latch.
“He’s asleep,” Stephen chuckled, looking back into the stall.
“Are you sure?” Vivian asked skeptically.
“Yup. Positive. Poor guy is exhausted,” the other rider replied.
“How long has he been down?”
“About thirty minutes,” Stephen answered. “He has been drinking and passing very normally. I think you two are definitely in the clear.” Vivian relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling at her panic from a few moments before. Her phone rang in her hand, and she declined the call without hesitation after seeing Cecilia’s name flash up on the screen. She felt her temper flare; knowing Cecilia was just itching to chew her out. Just as soon as she declined the call, Cecilia called again and Vivian declined it a second time.
“Do you need to take that?” Stephen asked, glancing at the phone as Vi declined the third call from Cecilia.
“Nope!” Vivian replied quickly, locking up from her phone and turning back to Riki. She thanked Stephen for watching the stallion, and he told her it was no problem and wished her luck in the competition. Her phone rang once again in her palm as Stephen walked away, he glanced back at her questioningly, as if asking her again if she was gonna answer it. Vi flashed a dismissive smile and then answered her phone without looking at it.
“Calling me half a dozen times isn’t going to make me want to talk to you!” she snarled. “And, believe it or not, answering the phone just to listen to you hurl insults at me about how depressing my lack of a love life is and how irresponsible I am for taking the initiative to safe Riki’s life is NOT appealing! So, why don’t you go back to fucking Joe or whatever you spend all day doing and leave me the hell alone.” Vivian ran out of breath with which to deter Cecilia and snapped her lips closed as she breathed deeply through her nose. Her body was physically hot, and the blood pounded in her temples as she tried to call herself down. She braced for a string of insults and reprimand from the other end of the line.
“On one hand, I want to commend you for finally standing up to your sister. On the other, I am very sorry that you delivered your wonderful speech to me and not Cecilia,” a familiar voice chuckled from the other end of the line.
“Des?!”
“Hello, Curls,” Desmond laughed softly in Vivian’s ear.
“Oh my God, Des. I am so sorry,” Vi apologized, slumping onto the tack trunk outside of Riki’s stall. “I thought you were Cecilia. I am so sorry.”
“Yeah, I picked up on that,” Desmond chuckled. “No worries, Curls. I just hope you do get around to telling her all that in the near future. Things still tense between you two, huh?”
“You have no idea,” Vivian breathed stressfully.
“What is this about saving Riki? Is he OK?” the scot asked with genuine concern.
“Yeah, he’s OK now. Coliced last night. Scared the crap outta me.”
“Aw. Poor guy. Glad he pulled through. Is that why you didn’t answer my call?”
Vivian hesitated before replying. “Yeah,” she said after a moment. “Yeah, that’s why I didn’t answer. Among other things.”
“Ah,” Des replied flatly. A silence stretched across the line for a few seconds.
“What are you up to nowadays?” Vivian asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“Practicing the most basic and boring civil law in all of Scotland,” Desmond replied with a bitter chuckle and a sigh.
“Hey, it makes good money, right, Mr. Lawyer?” Vi suggested on the bright side.
“What is money worth if you’re miserable?” the scot asked seriously.
“I’m sorry,” Vivian sighed as she felt the vast weight of Desmond’s unhappiness.
“I miss you, Curls.”
“I miss you too, Des,” Vivian replied honestly, regretting everything that led up to Desmond’s discharge from Grand Finale.
“So what’s with this Joe character you targeted in your speech?” Desmond asked with a chuckle, trying to change topics. Vivian laughed before replying.
“You wouldn’t like him,” she said certainly. “He smokes.”
“Idiot,” Desmond chuckled.
“He’s a nice guy. Just naïve. And, as you heard, he is Cecilia’s new boy-toy,” Vivian grumbled with exasperation.
“Poor sucker,” the scot sympathized. “How is the Grand Prix going? Where are you right now?”
“Was going good until the bought of colic, not sure if he’ll be able to pull together for this Dressage phase,” Vivian sighed, looking in the stall at the peacefully, sleeping stallion. “We’re in Norway, Hardy Stud.” Desmond and Vivian discussed the Grand Prix, the schedule and the weather for several minutes.
“The Gala is in Germany at Rosenborg Stables in… three weeks,” Vivian sighed, realizing how far away it sounded and how much had to be done between now and then.
“You have a date?” Desmond asked, his tone half teasing and half serious.
“Nah,” Vivian chuckled. “Not sure if I’m going to go. I brought a dress and all, but I’m probably going to be the most frazzled, disheveled, exhausted human on the planet by then.”
“You should go,” Desmond suggested. “I’m sure that there will be friends there. And we both know you’ll be the most glamorous, well-composed woman there.”
“Why are you so kind to me?” Vivian laughed. “I got you fired. I put you in this miserable position you hate so much. How in the world can you be so gracious and forgiving?” Desmond was quiet for a few moments before replying.
“You’re a good person, Vivian,” he said. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you differently.” Vivian didn’t know if she was more distracted by the fact that he didn’t answer he question, his seriousness, or that he called her by her full name.
“You didn’t answer my question, Desmond,” she replied softly, leaning her head against the frame of the stall door.
“I’ve got to go, Curls,” the scot said after clearing his throat. “It was good to hear your voice again. I’ll see you soon. Make sure you deliver that speech to your sister, you hear?”
“Sure thing, Vivian chuckled. “It was nice to talk to you too. Goodbye, Des.” Vivian hung up and then looked over her shoulder at Riki who was stirring in the shavings as he woke up.
“I suppose it’s time to move on,” she sighed as she stood up and grabbed Riki’s halter and lead off of his stall door. “Come on, boy. Time to get up. We’ve got some recuperation and work to do.”
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ALL ARTWORK, CSS Adalrik, and Vivian are COPYRIGHT under LAW to ME, =walktrotcanter7
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YAAAAY HE'S OK
these stories were so hardcore aah!
And the pictures are lovely as always <3
these stories were so hardcore aah!
And the pictures are lovely as always <3