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Post by Gabrielle Mantler on Nov 26, 2009 18:28:26 GMT -5
Bri led Zoey towards the ring, the mare following in behind. She’d thrown on her western saddle for the mean time but carried her English tack on her arm- just in case. Bri had a horrible habit of school Zoey western but then taking her English because of how versatile the mare was. She’d never met a horse that could switch disciplines so quickly, Zoey could go from an extended almost dressage like trot to an award winning jog. It amazed her, but then again so did Zoey’s looks. The paint mare was gorgeous and suited her name to a tee, Custom Colours.
Bri mounted from the ground, Zoey almost feeling like a short ways up compared to Kass. Bri just smiled at the mare as she dropped her head and continued at a slow walk. Bri wasn’t going to lie, this horse almost bored her to death in western tack because of how slow she was. Then again, when had she ever had a long attention span. She seemed to drift from one thing to another, always distracted. She’d gotten better lately, thanks to Kass but she still found herself thinking all the time. She never really knew why, she just did. It was annoying, to always be thinking and never have a break. But how do you train your break to rest besides when you sleep? You can’t really.
Bri ran a hand through her blonde hair that she’d straightened earlier that morning. It was nice to not ride with a helmet, to feel the wind toss her blonde locks around in the slight breeze. But her outfit seemed weird to her, her wrangler jeans and blue V-neck tee along with a pair of fat baby boots. It was weird, she felt so free and casual. Not dressed in the best clothes, like she usually was. Even when she ran she wore under armour shorts and a lulu lemon top. When she played basketball she wore expensive shorts. Everything always made her look nice, look like she came from a good family. It was just how she was raised, to always look decent. It wasn’t till two years ago she actually wore yoga pants out of the house. And she loved them, it’d just been frowned upon. Thank god she was out of her parents house. Those had to be the worst years of her life.
Bri picked up her left hand and watched Zoey drop her head down immediately, as if she read your mind before you even asked her to do it. Bri then squeezed softly and pushed her into a slow jog, the mare barely touching the sand. Bri was amazed at how smooth the mare was, she just moved effortlessly at the jog, even when you asked a lot of her. She was one of her favourite western horses she’d rode, and was by far the prettiest. Bri had never shown a paint western before, hunters yes but she’d always shown quarter horses back in Ontario. When she was 17 she showed an Appaloosa, but that was only because they needed somebody on the youth team that could not only jump but do some pleasure classes. It’d actually been really fun, even if she hadn’t rode the mare until she warmed it up to go in the show ring. But Bri had never been phased by that, she got more worried when she’d been riding a horse for a long time(that being two show seasons at max for her). She got nervous because people expected great things from you, expected a spectacular performance. But when you hadn’t rode them a lot before, people didn’t judge as much. They were more likely to compliment even your bad trips, or bad classes. It was weird, but it was how it worked. [/blockquote] |
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