Post by ; r e g r e t on May 8, 2007 21:34:17 GMT -5
Gray clouds still clung to the sky as the 18, almost 19 year old girl lead a tall, sleek bay Thoroughbred stallion out to the dirt track, for a moment, the brute paused, boa slightly arched, auds pricked perfectly, forelock pushed genetly to the side as the wind blew softly, his crania was held high and pround, then, he dropped his expression. Ebony smiled gratefully, she knew she was lucky to have this Thororghbred, he was the right pick. Queitly, she stepped onto a mounting block and swung aboard the stud's back, and placed her feet into the shortened stirrups, and grabed a hold of the reins. Her crop was held firmly as she walked the stallion to the near-by quarter pole, stopped him, and crouched into postition. She shortened her reins, and leaned up over Hard Spun's withers, Okay, bud, lets go! She whispered confidently in his ear, and as if he understood, he shot off, not too fast, but not too slow, they settled out at a slow gallop, slowly speeding up as they continued around the vastly empty training track. Ebony clicked her tounge, Spun seemed to drop back, but instead of slowing, he seemed to be switching gears, he spead ahead, Ebony closed her eyes, and let Spun guide himself, only opening her lids occasionally to make sure they were still on pace, it seemed only a second had passed when he opened her eyes once more and saw the white finish pole fly by. She stood in the stirrups and pulled genetly back on the reins, she hadnt used her crop once, she knew she didnt need to. Spun snorted and pulled arrogantly, wanting to go on, and round the backstretch turn, but Ebony wouldnt allow it, she held the reins firmly, and slowed him to a trot, then a walk, and un-mounted, swinging the reins over the stallion's head, and turned him towards the gate, which was down the other end of the track, a perfect cool-down for the 16.1 hand, two year old stallion. He held his crania high, proudly, sweat was lathered genetly, in a thin layer on his neck and shoulder, Ebony opened the gate, and lead him through, and latched it back behind her, she waved to one of her barn grooms who had come along to the track, she halted the bay brute and removed his tack, and slipped his leather halter on with the golden chain and leather leadline already attached. That was a good workout today, boy, we're destined to the top. She cooed, and offered him a carrot, which he took gratefully from the palm of her hand. He nudged her shoulder for more. Sorry, buddy, but you'll have some grain and hay waiting for you when you get to your stall, I promise. She chuckled lightly and rubbed Spun's head and neck. Im so proud of you. She praised.