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The fourth GSA is a striking blue roan overo, they seem to have an affinity for bluebells, as you notice there a two stuck in their tail, and it seems that their overo markings are coincidentally shaped like a bluebell! Upon further inspection, though, you note that this GSA seems to be blind. You wouldn't know it, though, unless you watched how they walked into a few of their friends. To win them, introduce me to their best friend(can be anything as long as it's CS friendly), and how they help this lovely horse cope with their disability, also tell me what you'd like as the halter. I'm out of ideas for this one lol

End Date: Tuesday February 26st

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Show Name:
Barn Name:
Gender:
Age:
Height: 13.2 hh
Main Halter Color:
Secondary Halter Color:
Eye Color: Brown + Blue bi-eyes
Phenotype: Blue Roan Rabicano Irregular Minimal Overo
Genotype: E_| aa | rr | Rb_ | oo
Breeding Notes:

xxxx- Roan has a 50% chance of passing to offspring
xxxx- Will always produce black based foals
xxxx- Flower marking cannot pass to offspring
xxxx- One Flower can pass to 2 foals with owners permission.
xxxx- Overo has a 50% chance of passing to offspring
xxxx- Rabicano has a 50% chance of passing to offspring
xxxx- Mane edit cannot pass to offspring

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[b]Phenotype:[/b] Blue Roan Rabicano Ireegular Minimal Overo
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[Constellation Cat7]

Username
Constellation Cat

Show Name
Under the Bluebells

Barn Name
Lazuli
(shortened name for the blue mineral lapis lazuli)

Gender
Mare

Age
5 Years

Height
13.2 HH

Main Halter Color
Bluebell blue

Secondary Halter Color
Pastel/sea foam green

Phenotype
Blue Roan Rabicano Irregular Minimal Overo

Genotype
E_ | aa | rr | Rb_ | oo

Story - I'll have to revise this later; it is currently in its first-draft stage. I tried a more unique storyline and approach this time...
By the way, it is written from the point of view of a lil barn owl <3



Sound. My whole world was sound. Sound buzzing in my ears, guiding my every move. I needed sound, but I never knew it. It came like breathing, and I depended upon it just as much. It’s now lost, my hearing… And I can’t seem to get it back.

I recall tracking a mouse in the tall grass, hearing it scurry and claw at the dirt. I was about to strike when a wire cage came down over me, and a sharp pain in my left wing… I woke later in a place with smooth surfaces, unlike the uneven terrain of the meadows I had once hunted in. I was released shortly after, I think, in a meadow similar to the one I had once resided in, the sickeningly sweet scent of flowers looming in the air.

Here I stand now, dumbfounded, among tall stalks laden with the plump buds of bluebells. A soft breeze drifts through, ruffling my tawny-colored feathers. There is a strange stillness, as if every single blade of grass is waiting for something to happen; anticipating it. Then, I begin experiencing a new sensation; the ground rumbling beneath my talons. I take a staggering step forward. If only I were tall enough to see over the bluebells…
I am of course best suited for flight, but I now feel reluctant to spread my wings, as if the sky is a fragile glass that might break with a touch. The rumbling grows stronger, so powerful that my body shakes with every step. A cloud of dust begins blowing my way from ahead, although everything feels lethargic and surreal without sound. I brace myself - whatever is causing the rumbling must be powerful enough to trample an owl like me. I squeeze my eyes shut until there is only darkness, and the absence of sound lingers. I feel the dust coating my feathers, and wonder if this is the end…

Nothing.

I reluctantly open my eyes.
Blink.

A shadow towers over my small, trembling figure. It is the shadow of a horse. There is a pause, and silence hangs heavily in the air. Finally, the horse bends its long neck down, until its nose is only a few inches away from mine, and I can feel its hot breath on my face.
It sends a shiver up my spine, the way that the horse’s eyes seem to be gazing inside of me, yet the thin foggy film over them suggests blindness…
“Hi…?” I speak, although I still cannot hear myself.
I can see the horse reply, but cannot hear the response, as if we are underwater...
“I am deaf… I cannot hear you.” I say.
The horse nudges me with her nose before I have a chance to back away, her mouth still moving despite my comment.
After a brief moment, I watch her walk past me. She looks back at me after a few forward steps, as if asking me to follow…
I do not know what compels me to; why I am so drawn to her. I reluctantly take to the sky, staying close to the stalks of bluebells that seemed so tall from below. It feels strange without the sound of the wind rushing, but I can still feel the cool air under my wings as I glide alongside the mare…
We are both soon speeding, her in the tall grass and me in the greying sky. I close my eyes, and this time the feeling of emptiness that comes from it is not frightening - but calming, and I focus on the breeze, pushing me faster and faster. When I finally open my eyes once again, I first take a glance to my right, but the mare has disappeared out of view…
Oh well…
A strange feeling of disappointment overcomes me as I slow my pace, but just as I resolve to head back for the safety of the flowerbed, I spot a blue roan coat out of the corner of my eye. It’s the horse again… What does she want?
Hovering, I gaze down at her. She stands in a patch of soft, sandy terrain…
Wait, what does that say? Spelled out with stones in the sand? It’s upside down…

"Sorry."

Curious, I alight beside the mare. The writing is wobbly and uneven, given that the mare is blind…
She wanted me to follow her… so that she could apologize for my disability?
“Thanks…” I reply, at a loss for words.

This horse is blind, yet she went out of her way to empathize with me - a stranger.
I suddenly realize why I felt so drawn to her - we need one another.

In that moment, it is unspoken what we both know - I am her eyes. She is my ears.

And we can do anything.

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[kkspecial4]

Username: kkspecial4
Show Name: Hyacinthoides
Barn Name: Moa
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Height: 13.2 hh
Main Halter Color: Navy
Secondary Halter Color: Silver
Phenotype: Blue Roan Rabicano Irregular Minimal Overo
Genotype: E_ | aa | rr | Rb_ | oo
Story:

Best Friend: Dancer

How Dancer and Moa Became Best Friends:
Dancer and Moa became friends on accident. Dancer's halter has jingle bells and when she moves they would jingle. Moa was placed in the same pasture as Dancer simply because it was the one closest to the barn. With Moa's blindness she had no idea where the other horse in the pasture was, though she could sense that another horse was there. When Dancer raised her head to move to a new spot to graze, the bells gave a little jingle and Moa began to approach in the direction of the jingle. Of course Dancer moved away, but Moa simply followed. Every day for a month, Moa would follow Dancer around the pasture by listening for the jingles from Dancer's halter. Eventually Dancer came around to the idea of having a shadow and took Moa under her wing. They have been best friends ever since.
How Dancer Helps Moa Cope with her Disability:
Dancer helps Moa cope with her disability by acting as her guide. Dancer and Moa share a pasture which helps greatly. But it is not their friendship or the sharing of a pasture that really lets Dancer help Moa. Dancer's halter is the real helper. Dancer has jingle bells up and down the side of her halter. She loves them because they remind of her Christmas year round, but Moa loves them because they let her know where Dancer is and what is going on.

When things were really bad for Moa, Dancer would tell Moa stories about her friend Yukon. Yukon is also blind and he struggled to cope with his blindness for a while. Yukon was born blind and spent many months just running into everything in his path. Eventually he figured out how to maneuver without bumping into anything but it took a while. Dancer used Yukon both through stories and by actually bringing him over to talk to Moa to help Moa through her bad days.

Having Yukon to talk to and Dancer to guide her helped Moa cope greatly with her blindness. She is learning how to get along on her own, it will be a long recovery but with Dancer by her side, she will have nothing to worry about.

Halter Edit Idea: A small Bluebell near the ear, drooping down over the rope

Show Name Meaning: Classification of the Common Bluebell
Barn Name Meaning: Shortened version of Moana - Hawaiian for Ocean