The petite figure sat in the very first row of the stands. She was barely able to see over the high bar that surrounded the stands. Her emerald eyes followed the equines that occupied the track, her desire raging. Oh how she just wanted to be out there, controlling the tenacious creature beneath her. A small smile formed her lips as she daydreamed of such fantasies. Snapping out of her thoughts, she quickly fixed her gaze upon a new horse that entered the track. She studied the thoroughbred immediately, noting the nicely formed frame and the sleek physique. Her smile broadened as she watched the jockey mount swiftfully.

Mindlessly, Jazz pushed back her long bangs. Her weight shifted as she attempted to find a more comfortable spot on the steel seat. But the uncomfortable seating was nearly oblivious to her as she once again focused on the equines. Some traveled in pairs, and others simple went solo. Deciding to take a break from watching intentively, Jazz shifted backwards and leaned her back against the bleacher behind her.


ooc|| Sorry, it turned out sort of lame. . .

Jazz continued to watch the thoroughbreds; her focus shifted when she heard a voice. She turned her head, but proceeded to watch the equines for a moment longer. Her emerald eyes only briefly fell upon the stranger.
"Yeah. . .But it's as close as I can get. So it's worth it I guess."

Her long legs were tucked under the metal bleachers as she leaned forward just a few more inches. Compared to her body, her body was a bit short and her legs were a bit long. She was out of proportion, but it was an advantage to some points. Deciding to try and meet one person while she was here, Jazz turned her gaze back to the stranger.
"Do you have a horse out there?"

The young girl questioned, hoping her inquiry would spark a conversation. She shifted her weight again on the uncomfortable seating, glancing only briefly to the track.

Once the woman had pointed out her horse, Jazz watched the bay equine on the track. She looked back to the woman as she asked her a question. A soft smile curved her lips as a surge of pride coursed through her body.
"I compete in eventing, but noting related to racing. I've always wanted to try steeplechasing. I've been trying to become a jockey though. . ."

Her strong determination was heard in her spoken words. Jazz looked back to the filly on the track. In her first few years of being introduced to the racing world Jazz had been envious. But so many people had told her she needed to be patient. There would be an opportunity that could take her to the top. Well, this theory was slowly fading, but it still urged her to keep pursuing this seemingly hopeless dream.