#sca equestrian

[med-godur-hesturin]

Pony garb is coming along but like… why do I always make things hard for myself? None of this fits in my machine or rolls up nicely to get shoved in. Then to add injury to insult I stabbed myself repeatedly with pins as I tried to creatively guide/shove whatever parts of this saddle pad I could through the machine.

“I’ll make a saddle pad!” She said

“It’ll be fun!” She said

“It’ll be easy!” She said

Sigh. It should have been easy. The basic concept was easy

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A rare moment of Savannah showing her soft side as she gently greets some curious children.

[med-godur-hesturin]

Working on pony garb!

I took two old saddle pads and baste stitched them together so that they’d be longer.

Then I cut some old sheet to be the bottom.

Now I’ve laid my top fabric on top, with the tablet woven osberg weave trim.

To hold this whole thing together I’m going to treat it like a quilt and sandwich and then quilt it.

[foxy-filly]

Reconstruction of horse trappings from Scythian royal burials, 5th century BC

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Pazyryk-Altai area

[foxy-filly]

Copied from a post made on FB, by someone far more eloquent than myself:

A horseman never falls without rising again to take the field,

A warrior is the same, their heart far too noble to yield.

Thus we staunch the wounds to our hearts, the tears in our eyes,

Knowing a soul like Terafan's never truly dies.

No, they rise again in Elysium, greeted by war horses passed.

In like company, they take to the saddle, join the cavalry massed.

Jerald of Galloway offers him a tabard fit for this heavenly host

Johannes the Black provides a helm as the cadre raises a toast

They charge, a thousand noble voices now splitting the sky

Hooves strike thunder, drawing attention from every crying eye

Lances leveled to strike, gazes fixed upon the enemy- grief.

Chasing down the ache left in the hearts of those who miss their chief.

So equestrians and warriors, let us keep his memory fresh.

Rise again to the saddle, take up lance and sword with hands of flesh.

Fear not the fall, nor what the shadow of death often hides.

For the spirits of warriors passed ride on at our sides.

(Lady Justine Coeur de Fer, mka Justinn Harrison, 10/8/2018)

(Share freely, as long as the author info remains. Terafan's service and kindness deserves far more than humble words)

[foxy-filly]

Staying at a friends farm for the weekend - got in a quiet ride this morning before everyone else arrived. Tomorrow we play mounted games as a group!

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Savannah and I at an SCA (historic reenactment) event yesterday. They had an obstacle challenge in which we took second place, and a game kind of like tag-on-horseback which we won!

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Short clip of Savannah getting used to a quintain (jousting practice target) for the first time last night. She has been taking all this medieval-game stuff in stride so well! 

We also practiced walking through an empty plastic kiddy-pool and over a small wooden bridge. No problem - she just wanted to play with everything!