jump groomed

Excerpt from The White Princess

‘Are you not well?“ He throws his reins to his groom and jumps down to come to my side. ‘You look a little pale. Are you well, my love?’

At that endearment, I lean towards him and his arm comes around my waist. I turn my head so my lips are at his ear. “I have just been sick,” I whisper.

“But you’re hot?” he flinches a little. The terror of the sweating sickness that came with his army is a strong one. “Tell me you’re not hot!“

“It’s not the sweat”, I assure him. “And it’s not a fever. It’s not something I ate, nor unripe fruit.” I smile at him, but still he does not understand. “I was sick this morning, and yesterday morning, and I expect to be sick tomorrow too.”

He looks at me with dawning hope. “Elizabeth?”

I nod. “I’m with child.”

His arm tightens around my waist. “Oh, my darling. Oh, my sweetheart. Oh, this is the best news!”

In front of the whole court he kisses me warmly on the mouth and when he looks up, everyone must surely know what I have told him, for his face is radiant.


How to clean: BRUSHES

The next thing we are going to learn, my children, is how to clean brushes. Thanks to @pokeswap for the suggestion. 

So just imagine this, you live in Southern California, where there is no need for covered arenas because it basically never rains. But suddenly this “El Nino” decides to storm on in and flood your arenas. Well, there’s nothing you can really do at the barn today, right?

WRONG! In these dark times, while your beautiful jumping arena becomes a watering hole for the local wildlife, I invite you to be awesome and get shit done. One thing that many of us don’t do enough is clean our brushes. (This is especially important if you are using the same grooming brushes on multiple horses). 

Cleaning brushes is relatively simple, but it can be an annoying task when you need those brushes to actually groom horses. So I suggest cleaning your brushes on a day when you don’t need them, or setting a couple aside so you can still groom horses. 

I fill up a LARGE bucket (one that you don’t use for feeding) with water, warm if possible, and then add bleach (get a gallon at the dollar store and keep it in your tack room because bleach is bae), a few cups, no exact measurement. After rinsing your brushes with a hose, then put them in the bucket, making sure that the bristles are in the water. (I like to put my curry combs, mane brushes and hoofpicks in there too). Let it soak for an hour or so. Then dump the bucket (not by any ponies), rinse the brushes with a hose. If they are super nasty, then maybe do a second soak. Once the brushes are clean, rinse them out with a hose, and lay them out to dry. Make sure they are fully dried before putting them into a tack trunk or tack box. 

For extra soft/expensive brushes I use a shedding blade to get the hair and dust out (gently), then lightly spray with a bleach and water solution to disinfect. (1 part bleach to 3 parts water).

Bleach is great.

Awaari did a whole bunch of comics for a Modern AU of her Galathan and Dorian that I really loved, and so I got permission to finish the story in writing.

Closing shift at the Spoiled Prince was never glamorous on a Tuesday. Most people still harbored memories of the weekend’s hangover more glumly than they regarded the remaining work days until their next weekend. Galathan didn’t have the same schedule anymore, but he could understand it. When he’d been studying he’d buried himself in the school work with no time for anything else, especially drinking. It might be ironic, then, that he was the college drop out serving drinks to some of those people he dimly remembered as having invited him once or twice to parties that no one could actually remember the next day. The elf made a point not to be bitter about it, whisking back and forth to take orders and mix drinks. When it came down to it paying for a roof over his head had come before paying for text books, and if it stung that some of the required books cost more than his monthly rent Galathan was good at pretending that it didn’t.

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