Post by alayna vladimer on Sept 30, 2009 15:09:49 GMT -5
Alayna was sitting on the backporch of their Italian Ville. Only eight years old at this time. Looking up as she heard tires on the gravel road Alayna smile and jumped up yelling, PAPA! Alayna was so happy to see her father, being the daddys girl that she was. Rushing to her fathers side Alayna jumped into his arms, and let her father swing her around for a few moments. In Italian her father told her that he loved her so very much and that he wanted to go for a ride. Alayna smiled and jumped up and down, saying I love you to and I want to ride Navarano in very good Italian. Alayna was always good at speaking it, even better than most her age. Going into the barn Alayna went and grabbed her favorite stallion. Hawkshelleb. He really was the sweetest horse on the ranch and allowed Alayna to lead him around just by his forlock. This time he allowed Alayna to lead him by the forelock and she placed a bridle on his head without trouble. Even though the stallion was twice her size he was a gentle lamb. Going out riding with her father was something that she loved so much to do. But Alayna didnt know that that ride was going to be the last one she was to spend with her father. Alaynas father knew that something was going to happen to him, he cherished that ride with his daughter, but Alayna should have cherished it more. They had ridden through her fathers favorite field. It was filled with beautiful roses, that bloomed only one time a year. The space that was around their home in Rome was remarkably beautiful. Sometimes made Alayna wish that she would never have to leave. Never did she imagine that she would leave her home by choice, that she would feel obligated to go. Alayna spent that day with her father in pure happiness. Herself riding Hawk and her father riding the big grey stallion that was Hawks sire, Hero. This was a happy day for Alayna. Occasionally she would try and outrun her father, but Hawk would never go to fast then he deemed appropriate. Never did she imagine that this was the last time her father would ride Hero.
Alayna was generally a country girl, that was just how she had been raised. Youd be more likely to see her getting down and dirty in blue jeans than getting all dressed up for no reason. Alayna grew up in an Italian Ville right outside the great Rome. Her family bred horses, mainly Andalusians but occasionally a different breed would come in so Alayna would have something to compete on. Even though her home was so close to a great tourest attraction she still grew up in the quiet countryside. Walking into the barn Alayna was greeted by a familiar neigh. King was a giant compared to the other horses on the farm, but then again a new rider named Abbey had just brought in a warmblood that was just a hair shorter. Even though King stood at 17.3 he was still a gentle giant. Though being a stallion he was still unpredictable. But he adored Alayna and did almost anything that she asked of him. Alayna was carrying a bundle that caught the stallions attention. A small Aussie puppy was covered in a warm blanket as Alayna lifted him up to get a good look at King. King, meet Cowboy. Alayna probably would have been able to come up with a better name but it seemed to suit him just fine. Why not name him after something that Alayna was falling in love with. Alayna couldnt help but smile whenever she reminded herself of Derrick. She didnt really know what he was doing today, but she had let him know that she was going to practice. She didnt really know what it was about derrick but she really believed that she was falling in love with him. Alayna could only pray that he felt the same way. The only other person she had felt this way for ended up almost literally killing her. Alayna didnt want to go through all of this again, though she felt almost certain that Derrick wouldnt let anything happen to her.
Placing Cowboy on top of a tack box Alayna grabbed Kings halter and had the stallion standing in the doorway in seconds. King lowered his head to snif at the little puppy, who only looked back up at him in return. Cowboy had been through a hard life, and Alayna was more than happy to give him a better one. She had rescued him from a puppy mill, and it turned out that he was very sick. Alayna had a long road ahead of her before she would have him completely healthy. But it was worth it, he was a beautiful blue merle with two blue eyes. Alayna couldnt help but take him. With skilled hands Alayna had King looked spotless in only a few moments and had the saddle on his back. It was a simple all around saddle that Alayna used when she was practicing. Walking back into the tack room Alayna grabbed one of his bridles, it was a specially made bridle that had a X across his face for a noseband. That put most of the pressure off of his mouth and to his nose. The bit being a simple snaffle King took it into his mouth without a second thought. Grabbing the puppy in one arm and taking the reins in her other hand Alayna walked into the english practice ring. There were jumps already set up at the other end of the ring, the exact height of the small show that was coming up that weekend. Alayna just wanted to get King used to the pattern and things before she went to the show. Placing the now sleeping puppy down on the ground where nothing could get to him Alayna launched herself onto Kings back. He was so tall that Alayna had to have a very strong upper body in order to pull herself up.
Starting out first at a light trot and then moving to an easy lope you could barely see the ques that Alayna was giving King. That was the reason they were champions in Europe and now quite possibly they could become champions in the United States. She had been asked to ride in the next Olympics but she wanted to see what Derrick thought about that before she made the decision to go. Making King do some flying lead changed and some figure eights before they started Alayna could feel King beginning to relax and get into the zone that she needed him to be in. That was when she started. Turning King into the first jump she could feel the stallion surge beneath her at the slightest que. King was smart and immediately checked himself into an easy gait but with his long stride he still looked like he was going much faster than he actually was. The first few jumps were easy for King, he sailed over them with inches to spare. But there was one jump that King had to almost spin on a dime in order to get to. King did not like that one bit and his huge body did not collect itself enough to be able to surge over the jumpe evenly. Slamming on the brakes he sent Alayna sailing over the fence and into the dirt on the other side. Getting to her feet and panting hard, for she had the wind knocked out of her, Alayna looked at the large dark bay stallion who was now standing in front of the fence pawing the ground impatiently. Little Brother you are going to pay for that one. Frustrated was a little of an understatement, but Alayna remounted and trotted the stallion around the arena until he settled back down and the started for the jumps again. This time King put so much power into his spin in order to be able to sail over the fence that it almost brought Alayna to the ground again. But they sailed over the fence and continued over the jumped until they were finished. King got a loving pat and a huge hug around the neck. Though that one jump was beginning to worry her. Big horses like King would never make it through that turn without getting either themselves or their riders hurt.
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