[mainstream geologist]

From the Hyrulian Gypsy Christmas Event

Form:

Username: Captain Obvious

Coat color: Artist's choice; the top one is no more important to me than the bottom one!
Want: Blue roan.
Want: Any bright, lighter color. (I'm not a fan of dark bays or blacks, but greys, strawberry, palomino (etc) is cool.)
Do not want: Solid anything... especially white... or unnatural colors.

Coat Pattern:
Want: Splashy Sabino or Rabicano
Want: Roans, dapples, anything interesting
Do not want: chimeric appearance or anything resembling one, at all, whatsoever. I own horses and hate the look.

One Optional(optional for the artists): Striped hooves? Vertical, of course, realism is a virtue.

Blue Roan Rabicano

This is for Captain Obvious
Username: Captian Obvious
Name: e'Te'gris Mior'neg // Mior
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.1 hh
Eye Color: Green

[AngryLittleGoat]

What are the chances.... I found the one for my HOUSEMATE. xD

[Captain Obvious]

YAY!! I love it!! <3

Show Name: (optional) e'Te'gris Mior'neg (meaning: Blue Winter)
Barn Name: Mior (meaning: Cold/Ice)
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.1 hh
Halter: Green (It's one of my barn colors in real life.)

I realize that "e'Te'gris" has funky capitalization, but there's no way to make a color an adjective in that language without adding "e'" before it.

[mainstream geologist]

Just a quick reminder;; writing needs to be done by January 8th, two weeks after Christmas
some extensions may be given if I see fit.
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[Captain Obvious]

Some quick info on the HG's owner, since I don't actively write for CS:
**Note that the names below are NOT okay to use, even parts of it, for a VERY good reason. As in, they are actually part of our real names, but can't really be used to identify us.**
Owner Name: Sagel Anchara
Gender: Male
Other, existing horses, outside of the HG universe: Zoie, a no-white pointed blue roan GV mare. (These are not existent within the story.)
Short description: Adopted son of Mo' Giles. Loves horses, but has never been able to ride due to medical issues. Finally cleared by doctors to be able to even go NEAR horses, shortly before this story takes place.
--Sagel's birthday is February 29th. This is somewhat important, in general. For this story's sake, his birth year is 2000, so I can justify him living with his guardian.--

Parent Name: Mo' Giles (with the mark. Yes.)
Gender: Male
Other, existing horses, outside of the HG universe: Kitty, a grey QH cross mare; Jaxon, a chestnut Arab cross gelding. (These are not present within the story, though Kitty passed years prior to the story anyways. Jaxon is referred to as a past horse.)
Short description: Single dad. Has a long history with horses, and has previously owned two: Kitty and Jaxon. Known for being.... a bit of a cheery, carefree twerp. Which seems impossible, but trust me, it's all too possible and an interesting combination.

Horse:
Name: e'Te'gris Mior'neg (Pronounced eh-teh-grix Mee-your-nehg.)

Prompt one:
Christmas morning, December 2015.
Sagel woke up early, to the excited, loud singing by Mo' in the kitchen. Mo' had a terrible habit of singing holiday songs in as high of a soprano as he could reach, which was surprising high for a man. "SAGEL! Pancakes!" he yelled. Sighing, Sagel got up and stumbled into the kitchen. True to his word, Mo' had made pancakes. Sagel and Mo' sat down to eat, and afterwards, set to opening the presents.
Mo' opened his to find chocolates, a new watch, and chocolate oranges. No one liked the oranges much, but they were a running gag gift between the two.
Sagel was surprised to open his first present and find jodhpurs. Inside the second was paddock boots. And in the third, a green halter and matching lead rope.
"Is there something you haven't wrapped, Mo'?" Sagel signed.
"Oh, trust me, I tried... but it didn't go so well. How about you put those on, and we'll go get it..." Mo' responded.

After Sagel had changed into the breeches and boots, they headed down the trail behind the house to the barn. It had been falling apart, disused, but Mo' had recently been renovating it to turn it into a workshop. They stepped inside, and Sagel turned on the light. Startled, he jumped back when a large grey head poked itself over a stall door. The horse snorted softly, as if amused by Sagel's reaction.
"Mo', did you seriously buy a horse?!" Sagel signed. His dad nodded.
"His name is e'Te'gris Mior'neg. He's a Hyrulian Gypsy," Mo' explained. "Since the doc finally cleared you, I expected you'd be spending a lot of time at the riding stable, so I figured you might need a horse of your own..." he trailed off, heading back into the dark depths of the barn.
Sagel approached the stallion carefully, and slipped the halter on him. He noticed the odd green eyes of the horse, so similar to his own, and those of Mo'. Green eyes are the Elegian color, he remembered. And e'Te'gris Mior'neg means...? Te'gris is blue, Mior is ice, neg is winter... e' turns a color or month or something into an adjective... so e'Te'gris Mior'neg is Blue Winter, probably?

Sagel gently pushed the horse back so he could open the sliding door. Mo' reappeared as he was leading the stallion outside, carrying a grooming kit.
"You'll need to learn how to take care of him, Sagel, but I'm certain you'll catch on rather fast."
"He's a rather mild-mannered one, for a stallion." Sagel signed. He looked over the horse. e'Te'gris Mior'neg, whom he had decided to call Mior for short, was a blue roan with points, and some white streaking on the underside. He had a star that stretched down unusually far. One of his ears was tipped with white. Sagel silently stroked him for a few minutes, realizing that working with Mior was going to take up most of his time now. But that was okay, he realized, as he set to grooming the horse. He knew every second he spent with Mior would be worth it, somehow.

Edit: Corrected some of the verbs.... which were incorrect.

[Captain Obvious]

Prompt two:

Sagel woke up early two days after Christmas. He and Mo' had gone to the tack shop the previous day, picking out a new saddle and bridle for Mior, as well as some other essentials, such as saddle soap and horse shampoo. Sagel had also picked out a helmet, green to match the halter and lead rope he already had. He had decided that green was going to be his barn color, to match the stallion's unusual emerald green eyes. They'd also spent the day horse-proofing the pasture, clearing out and burning unwanted plants.

He dressed, putting on his jodhpurs and riding boots. He grabbed his helmet, right as Mo' yelled "Breakfast!". Darn, he thought. He'd meant to sneak out before Mo' had woken up. Ah, well. Wishful thinking, beating Mo' at getting up, he mused. He went into the kitchen, joining Mo' for breakfast. After eating his omelette at inhuman speed, he practically raced out to the barn to see Mior.

Mior was eagerly waiting for him in the barn. Taking him outside, he filled up his food and water bucket, and took them outside, allowing the horse to eat while he mucked the stall. Afterwards, he brushed Mior and put his bridle on, leading him over to a fence. Rather than use the saddle, he wanted to try to ride bareback. Climbing on, he looked down, and became a little nervous. The ground seemed so far away, despite the fact that, at 16.1 hands, Mior was shorter than Sagel. He patted the stallion's neck gently, and took off up the trail towards home at a walk. Mo' was outside working in the yard, and looked up to see them walk slowly in.
"Heels down, toes up!" Mo' yelled, pointing. "And sit straighter!".

As they walked around, Sagel felt more and more calm, and gradually began to move with the horse. He took him into the pasture, asking him for a trot. As they began to move rather quickly around the small paddock, Sagel realized that Mior seemed to realize he was here for him.

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Fast forward three weeks.
--It doesn't snow in the Blue Ridge Mountains of South Carolina, mind you...--
Mo' had set up a small practice jump for Mior and Sagel in a now-cleared arena. They trotted slowly up to it. Mior neatly jumped over it, while Sagel fell onto it. Mior stopped, turning his head to look curiously at Sagel, as if asking him why he was no longer on board.
Sagel got up and dusted himself off, before climbing back aboard.
"Go again," Mo' instructed.
This time Sagel managed to stay on board, just barely.
"It gets easier with practice," Mo' encouraged. "Trying out different disciplines may help you as well... I did Driving in my hayday, to be honest, because I never could master more than the walk."
Determinedly, Sagel and Mior turned towards the jump once more, and continued to practice until Sagel not only stayed on every time, but also could do the jump at a canter. Mior seemed to enjoy the exercise, happily plunging towards the jump each time, and not seeming bored in the slightest.

"That's all for today, I think." Mo told them, opening the gate so they could leave the arena. "I initially had my doubts over this... but I see now that they were unfounded."