Disagreements continued on the walk to the ring because God forbid he not get to graze while I'm attempting to mount up. His trot is still an up and down stride that his hard to post and nearly impossible to sit. After half a lap of useless half halts and trying really hard to relax my hips, Coach S just apologized for his gait and said that his canter makes up for it (tbh, it does).
We had a couple of moments of complete separation. I still don't like it when the pons go fast, and no amount of telling me to sit will make it possible for me to sit. The downward transitions were 100% better, though, and we still didn't break gait.
When we got to the jumping thing, it started out with an ugly distance and a questionable style, but it eventually evolved into planned close spots and a relaxed rhythm. We even got to jump into the ring (jumps along the fenceline). I'll consider that another cross country experience.
So, yeah, it came together. It took an hour and some internal screaming, but it happened. On the downside, Vic isn't great with selfies.