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Last week I turned 42! My wife and kids got me a fantastic present. They bought me a weekend lesson with Bella! I jumped 2'6" for the first time and had a great session. Despite the hard rain Bella was fantastic. I am lucky to have a cool family that lets me keep my crazy hobby!

Beyond the Horizon: Ch. 35

Fic Update: Beyond the Horizon

Summary:  When Princess Emma’s ship is captured by the Jolly Roger and Captain Killian Jones, she offers herself as a hostage for ransom if he will let the ship and the other passengers go. With Emma, Killian remembers the honour he once held dear, and Emma catches glimpses of the gentleman Killian had been. Against all odds, the pirate and the princess begin to fall for each other.

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The Enchanted Forest

The fine carriage slowly rumbled to a stop in the middle of the grassy field as the driver brought the team of well-bred stallions to a halt, pulling tight on the reins. A royal crest was emblazoned in gold leaf on the ebony door, one that had not been seen in the land in over twenty years. The handsome young footman in dark livery and a powdered wig quickly jumped down from his perch and went to turn the handle, averting his eyes as the door opened silently on carefully oiled hinges and the carriage’s lone occupant stepped out.

Regina was dressed for riding, though her youthful passion for the pastime had long since faded along with too many other girlish hopes and dreams and she had not actually sat in the saddle herself for several years. Her feet were shod in tall boots of softest black leather, tight jodhpurs clung to her thighs and she wore a coat of dark crimson velvet, the high collar standing stiff and starched and the lapels lavishly trimmed in gold braid. A small, veiled hat was perched just above her forehead, the netting that fell from the brim covered her face to her chin and her thick hair was pulled back into a low coil at the nape of her neck. She carried two red roses in her gloved hands as she approached the headstones that sat under the shade of a tall oak tree where bright songbirds trilled merrily from their nests. One of the graves was clearly much older than the other, the carved letters on the headstone already showing the signs of over thirty years’ worth of weathering and age. She reached out a hand and carefully traced the lines of his name, rarely spoken but never forgotten.

                                                    DANIEL

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