Chapter 16

Miss Meridien stood at the center of the arena, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp whip. "One, two, one, two, one, two, jump!" she commanded, her eyes focused on the rhythmic movements of Beatrix as she approached the three-tier oxer.

Beatrix responded with a snort of determination, her dark legs moving with precision as she rocked back and then launched herself over the obstacle. Diana, riding her with practiced skill, moved seamlessly with the mare's motion, her hands sliding along Beatrix's neck in a perfect crest release.

As they landed, Miss Meridien's instructions rang out, guiding Diana's next moves. "Ease her back," she directed. "Eyes up, very good, leg, leg, leg—"

Diana listened intently, feeling the power beneath her as Beatrix tackled the next jumps. "Leg here, don't let her drop onto her forehand!" Miss Meridien's voice carried a mix of encouragement and critique, pushing Diana to refine her technique.

Approaching the final jump, a 120-centimeter vertical, Diana's focus wavered for a moment, and she knew she had made a mistake even before Beatrix's hoof touched the ground. The rail fell with a clatter, a stark reminder of her error.

With a sigh of disappointment, Diana patted Beatrix's neck, acknowledging the fault was hers. "Good girl, Bea," she murmured, her gaze lingering on the fallen rail.

Miss Meridien's feedback was direct as always. "You let yourself get behind," she noted, her tone firm but not unkind. "Your seat restricted her movement. Again."

Feeling a mix of frustration and determination, Diana urged Beatrix forward, pushing through the fatigue that was beginning to weigh on both of them. The warm September day added to the challenge, sweat glistening on their skin as they continued their training.

Despite the heat, Diana and Beatrix pushed on, their partnership evident in the way they tackled each jump with renewed focus. Miss Meridien's praise was like music to Diana's ears as they completed the course flawlessly.

As they slowed to a walk, Diana couldn't help but smile, a sense of accomplishment washing over her. Beatrix's breath was heavy, but there was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes, mirroring Diana's own pride.

"Very nice! Give her a pat, you can be done," Miss Meridien announced, and Diana obliged, her connection with Beatrix a testament to their shared passion and dedication.

"Remember, first show of the season next weekend. I'll have your classes picked out for you by the end of next week. And don't complain about not knowing what you're signed up for this time. You know very well by now that you should be prepared for whatever I throw at you," Miss Meridies stated firmly, her gaze already shifting to her phone, signaling the end of any potential arguments.

Diana's attention drifted to the lively scene where the Games Teams were in action. Ponies darted around, riders cheered and competed, creating an atmosphere of excitement and competition. She watched as they engaged in a race, rearranging cups on a line of poles with agility and skill.

Hannah and Barbara rode up beside her, their horses showing signs of the vigorous activity. "Bet Andrew's here," Hannah remarked with a wink, pointing towards the Games. "He's into that now, you know."

"Yeah, but he still does the jumpers," Barbara added, her tone indicating a hint of admiration. "So he's still hot in my book."

Diana raised an eyebrow, amused by their banter. "Attractiveness based on riding discipline now?" she teased, adjusting her cap as she observed the ongoing events.

Barbara rolled her eyes, scratching her horse's neck. "Not exactly, but you get the idea."

Diana chuckled, her attention drawn back to the arena where Cellie showcased her skills with finesse. "Impressive," she remarked, admiring Cellie's expertise.

As she dismounted Beatrix, Diana felt a sense of accomplishment mingled with fatigue. She leaned against her mare, adjusting her equipment before heading towards the lively gathering nearby.

"Where are you off to?" Hannah inquired, trying to catch up with Diana.

Diana gestured towards the competition, her curiosity piqued. "I want to see more," she explained, leading Beatrix towards the wooden bleachers.

Barbara looked surprised. "Aren't you going to untack first?"

Diana shook her head, settling into a spot on the bleachers. "She'll be fine for a few minutes," she reassured, patting Beatrix's neck affectionately.

From her vantage point, Diana observed the organized chaos of the arena, noting the meticulous preparation for each race. Despite the intensity of the competition, there was an air of camaraderie and enjoyment among the participants, a stark contrast to the tension of her own shows.

Diana's eyes were glued to the arena as Amanda passed a white band to Cellie, who grinned and donned it with a nod of determination. Across the arena, Nelson and the Appleton coach were setting up a unique challenge, barrels and grooming boxes placed strategically.

Beside her, Beatrix left a small slobber mark on her breeches, drawing Barbara's attention. "He's adorable," Barbara commented, referring to Andrew Hanbridge, who sat confidently astride his horse, a white band adorning his helmet like the others'. Diana observed him briefly, noting his arrogance and the flash of competition in his eyes.

"First rider up!" boomed a voice, signaling the start of the race.

Amanda and an Appleton rider took their positions, the tension palpable as the flag dropped, unleashing a burst of energy from the ponies. Amanda's pony, Star, surged forward with eagerness, showcasing his speed against the taller Appleton horse.

Diana followed Amanda's progress closely, noting the challenges she faced as she dismounted and navigated the course on foot before remounting. Despite a fumble, Amanda pushed on with determination.

The Appleton rider executed flawlessly, showcasing the advantage of his height on the pony. Missy followed, displaying agility and speed despite her smaller mount.

Charlotte, distracted by the presence of an Appleton rider, faced a delay that cost their team precious seconds. However, she rallied and completed her part of the race.

Andrew, with his majestic black Arabian, raced ahead, showcasing both skill and speed. Cellie, calm and focused, waited patiently before launching into action. Diana held her breath as Cellie navigated the course with precision and speed, a moment of tension as she approached the final obstacle.

The scene unfolded in a blur of movement and adrenaline. Cellie's daring leap from Chariot, her seamless transition from ground to saddle, and her final sprint to the finish line left Diana in awe. Despite Andrew's earlier lead, Cellie's display of skill and determination was a victory in itself.

Appleton may have won the race, but Cellie's exhilaration and Chariot's proud stance spoke volumes. The energy in the arena was electric, each participant showcasing their bond with their mount and their love for the sport.

The Appleton coach's voice cut through the lively chatter and laughter, bringing the first day's results to a close. "Appleton 16, Stargate Equestrian 14," he announced, marking the end of the day's competition.

Diana glanced back at her team, noting their upbeat demeanor despite the score. They exchanged friendly gestures with the Appleton riders, a display of sportsmanship that contrasted sharply with Andrew's smugness. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his superior attitude.

Cellie caught her attention as she lounged casually on Chariot, her relaxed posture a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere around Andrew. Diana admired her ease with her pony, a bond evident in every movement.

A wave from Cellie momentarily lifted Diana's spirits, but a sudden interruption from behind shattered the moment. Avery's voice calling out made Diana's cheeks flush with embarrassment. She quickly excused herself, using the opportunity to retreat to the barn with Beatrix.

As she walked, Diana couldn't shake off the awkwardness of the situation. Cellie's wave had likely been for someone else, a realization that added to her discomfort. She buried her face in Beatrix's neck, seeking solace in her horse's calm presence.