🇮🇸Last Show in Iceland🇮🇸

One Year Ago

July 1, xxxx

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I flew across the North Atlantic Ocean for this moment. Mac, my thirteen hand palomino Icelandic breathed in my hands to warm them up. Well, actually I put them there. It was around 28°F and the show grounds was buzzing with life as everyone readied themselves for the day.

This is my last show before I permanently move to Jorvik. The island took over my life before I even knew it, and home life was quickly moved to the shadows. The Soul Riders weren’t any help either. I sure missed this place. Mac especially. I really want to take him with me, but once I ship him out of Iceland he’ll never be able to go back.

He jerked his head up and I stuffed my hands in my pocket. I walked over to the track and saw a black Icelandic tölting his way around. He was quite fast and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the winning one, despite it being so early. I haven’t done this in ages. I haven’t been in practice, neither has Mac, and I was the youngest one here. But of course I came a few months before to straighten up.

”Harper, get ready!” My mom called from the barn, “You know how fast these things go!”

Turning my head, I saw her speed walking to me. She grabbed my arm and rushed me back to Mac’s stall. “Varlega! I ironed my jacket before I put it on,” I warned her, cringing how I switched languages when I said that. I need to clean up on my Icelandic.

”It’ll be fine. I got Mac and Cheese ready so all you have to do is put the bridle on him. Good luck love,” she kissed my cheek and patted my back, handing me the bridle in the process.

I smiled and hugged Mac’s face in to put it on. He seemed ready, like he knew what was going on. Of course he did though, he’s been through this a million times with my mom. We made our way to the track and my nerves started to make themselves more apparent.

”Harper DragonGarden and Sun Dust, you’re up.” The announcer spoke in Icelandic.

Take a deep breath, I reminded myself and clucked Mac on. Before I knew it we were on the track and Mac was pawing at the ground telling me it’s now or never.

I shortened the reins and moved a bit back in the saddle. I kicked with my lower leg and he was off. Tölting like a mad man, nice and collected. I relaxed as he took me around, feeling like I was weightless in the saddle. I dropped my hand and let him keep going.

We reached the end of the track and I let Mac slow down. He was breathing hard and was sweaty, his head hung low. “Yeah you haven’t done that in awhile, huh boy?” I pat him in Icelandic.

Mother came over squealing, “That was amazing! You did so well I’m so proud of you!” She squeezed my hand and hugged Mac. An hour or so later everyone had gone and were awaiting results...

I woke up to my mother slapping my shoulder. “They announced the winners,” she said quietly in her native language. I sat up better in the chair I was in, awaiting the news. Instead, she handed me Mac’s reins and directed me toward the track. “Fara,” she smiled.

When we made it back to the track they were handing the second winner’s ribbon. It was the black Icelandic from earlier. Who could be first? I wondered.

”And In first place is Harper DragonGarden and SunDust!” The announcer cheered in Icelandic. The audience seemed confused until I became more visible, then they went crazy. For a small town, they made it seem I was at the championships. The judge handed me a trophy, one thing I wasn’t expecting. My jaw dropped, and I started to laugh.

I’ve never gotten this much recognition from a show before, nevertheless I was thrilled about it. But the time came when I had to fly back to Jorvik. Standing at the pasture fence at home, I watched Mac and Cheese eat away at the grass with his pasture mates.

”Ég mun sakna þín.”

I shook my head and sighed, refusing to let the tears fall. I can’t leave without him can I?

”Bara að grínast, you’re coming with me.”

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Ahhh! Soooo yes, I did draw my favorite horse and my character......in a new style too... I really love how it turned out. At first I didn’t think of making this story, but then I got the inspiration and went ahead with it. I really hope you like it :)

Translations:

Varlega - Careful

Fara - Go

Ég mun sakna þín - I’m going to miss you

Bara að grínast - just kidding

now I don’t speak Icelandic so this is all google! I also want to learn Icelandic oof

Filler photos DO NOT belong to me.

#DGJE

Thank you for the feature :heart: