Post by Sudsies { Phishwaffle } on Jun 2, 2007 1:49:19 GMT -5
The mahogany painted filly danced under the seasoned rider's hand, dagger sharp hooves striking the ground as pent-up energy built, simply waiting to be released. The svelte maiden tossed her finely chisled head, elated to be out, away from the confines of her stall.
Ian James chuckled as the three year-old danced beneath him, laying a calming hand against the racehorse's neck. "Soon darling, soon," He crooned, giving an insistent tug on the reins to keep the filly in check. The young man's aqua gaze traveled along the lengths of the track, occasionally stopping to follow a certain horse, before flickering to the next.
Raffinato was having none of this 'waiting' business. The bay filly whinnied, a challenge echoing out over the excersize track, ringing in the ears of those out there.
At this, the man could do nothing but laugh. In all his years around racehorse's, he admitted to himself that Raffinato was indeed one of his favourites. The spunky girl. He prided himself on having brought her as far as he had with her training. Not without the help of his younger sister, sure, but he had always felt a certain... connection to the horse.
Satisfied that the track was clear and it was his turn to ride, Ian turned Raff to the rail, first letting her trot, then allowing her to break into a canter and finally a gallop, enjoying the wind as it whipped through the filly's mane, enduring it's sting against his face with great pleasure.
Ian James chuckled as the three year-old danced beneath him, laying a calming hand against the racehorse's neck. "Soon darling, soon," He crooned, giving an insistent tug on the reins to keep the filly in check. The young man's aqua gaze traveled along the lengths of the track, occasionally stopping to follow a certain horse, before flickering to the next.
Raffinato was having none of this 'waiting' business. The bay filly whinnied, a challenge echoing out over the excersize track, ringing in the ears of those out there.
At this, the man could do nothing but laugh. In all his years around racehorse's, he admitted to himself that Raffinato was indeed one of his favourites. The spunky girl. He prided himself on having brought her as far as he had with her training. Not without the help of his younger sister, sure, but he had always felt a certain... connection to the horse.
Satisfied that the track was clear and it was his turn to ride, Ian turned Raff to the rail, first letting her trot, then allowing her to break into a canter and finally a gallop, enjoying the wind as it whipped through the filly's mane, enduring it's sting against his face with great pleasure.
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