|Calm over the single, and some lovely jumping ahead|
Then we went back to trot into the grid. Fawkes did the first two jumps but dropped his shoulder and spun out left at the last one. It was a dirty stop, I was tilting a little forward (obviously, although it didn't feel like it at the time), and I came off over his right side. "Luckily", I landed on the jump standard base with my right thigh. Much better than my head or shin, but I have a nice hematoma that will likely develop into a lovely bruise. Fawkes trotted two steps away and started grazing.
Trainer R's theory is that once Fawkes' brain goes to the Fear Place, he has a really hard time coming back and therefore even though the flower jump wasn't where he spooked originally, once he is freaked out, he will start reacting to everything. Additionally, she thinks it makes me ride a little differently. She said it wasn't even anything obvious to her, but she thinks it is either that or he somehow associates me with the fear. Either way, we need to figure it out and find a way to work through it because we needs to learn to regain his brain after something scares him.
Luckily, R2 was there and got on. She walked Fawkes around a couple minutes and he seemed to settle some. I think between her being not me and also being, you know, a fantastic professional rider it was the right call even if I had been able to continue. J had stopped taking pictures at this point - apparently "watching you get hurled to the ground" upset him a bit and he was worried the picture taking was messing up Fawkes worse. Not true, but sweet.
R dropped the last fence just to poles, then a cross rail and R2 got Fawkes through uneventfully several times so we called it a day. Big sigh. I hate the idea that I am somehow contributing to my horse's confidence issues but I also relieved and happy there are pros around to bail me out.