PatchworkGods

This was going to be simple, Dia thought. With all the training she had gone through with her handler, there was no doubt their first show would be a success. She wouldn't settle for anything less than the top. Simple, perfect, just as they had practiced. The trailer finally came to a stop and Dia could see a small crowd of handlers and horses being lead to the stables. She huffed, none of them were as beautiful and graceful as her, this would certainly be an easy win. Then the sound of the engine cut, and the cacophony of voices filled the small metal box she was trapped in. In an instant, every shred of confidence left her body. Her ears swivelled to try and make sense of the noises, every muscle tense and ready to run with nowhere to go. There was no sense to the mess and she pressed her ears tight to her head, ducking down in hopes of hiding, but that only seemed to make the sounds louder. She didn't even notice at first, that the gate behind her had opened, or take note of her