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Date Posted: 07/12/03 9:11am
Author: Aramis' Karisma Calypso
Subject: ....adrenaline rush of flying...

Name: Aramis’ Calypso Karisma
Nickname: Calypso
Gender: mare
Age: 6
Breed: Danish Warmblood
Color: mahogany bay
Picture: http://www.waterburydressage.com/images/farisal.jpg
History: Calypso’s sire was the legendary Aramis, winner of World Cups, Nationals, and countless other huge competitions, and son of the great stallion Weltmeyer. Her dam, Alydarenee, was a daughter of Alydar, two-time champion in the Olympics. Alydarenee was a exceptional showjumper, excelling in the world of jumping. She was shown since six months old, winning trophies and blues wherever she went, in halter classes until she was old enough and trained to show in dressage. Her “owners” also began jumping her a little, but preferred dressage to the “follies of jumping.” Calypso had all of the talent and beauty to have won the Olympics, World Cup, all of it. But forced to do flatwork instead of the soaring she loved, she grew restless and angry, and when being worked in the arena, threw her rider and leapt the fence. She then wandered until she came upon this place.

Bay mare canters fluidly in, her gait smooth and even. She seems to float on the ground on hooves of grace, the result of years of careful breeding. Her long, thick mane streams and ripples to the beat of three, flowing out behind her in free midnight clouds. The shackles of saddle and bridle that had once encased her were long gone, ruined by time and the seasons. Finely shaped head is carried high and set perfectly in the correct position, ready for any stray log or stream that she could see. Spotting a wide gurgling brook, she gallops eagerly toward it, and leaps over, soaring with an exhilaration existing for her only in the airborne glory of jumping. She flies in exceptional form over it, landing with perfect precision. Slowing to a gorgeous extended trot, she looks around her with dark, bright eyes, ears flicking everywhere, pricked forward alertly. Where was she now?

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