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Post by Ayrn on Nov 16, 2010 21:15:12 GMT -5
Even though the mare was so young she was mature for her age and had a lot more confidence then even of older horses. That was one thing that he had noticed about her from a young age at the breeding farm she always seemed to be the leader of the pack and she would boss a lot of the other horses around therefore making her bold and not spooky when it came to training. He had been lucky that the horse had been really straightforward and her training was advanced for her age. She was easy to ride since she had a natural rhythm and seemed to be understanding what was expected of her. He took his attention off the horse though and turned to the girl that he was helping. She looked a little out of place with the English saddle simply because she was not used to it though she looked to have a very natural seat on the horse and a gentle and quiet hand, one thing that he knew was nearly impossible to teach a rider, most of the time they either had a quiet hand or they didn’t and there were not too many people that were able to be changed. For the young horses the male had adopted a little more of a stern hand when dealing with them but all the same he did not tend to interfere with them when they were not needing any guidance, a lot of the time people ended up sitting on a horses back and trying to do too much. When you had a horse that was bred to do the discipline of your choice it would only make sense for the job to come easy to them because the basics were something that either the horse had or did not have. He already took a liking to the good natured but rather lazy horse that she was riding. When she asked him to move a little more forward he noticed that the horses ears pinned and he looked grouchy before complying. He just seemed to want to make sure that his opinion on the matter was well known. Well you are already looking good for that amount of time, you have a very natural seat and a quiet hands, something that is very important in both disciplines. He stated though he was already sure that she knew this. When the horse was nudged into the trot the mare responded with an easy switch to the gait, bending to the inside and flexing her head slightly to be tucked neatly in, with a gentle bump the horses nose was brought up so that she was not dipping too low was avoiding the contact on her mouth, she was ridden in nothing but a loose ring snaffle since he thought that any other bit that was used to get a horse ‘round’ was a cheaters way. Either the horse was dropping behind the contact and not going forward to tucking their head in and not using the rest of their body or they were above the bit and avoiding it completely. So it was instilled in the mare from a young age that she was to travel in an ideal way and that nothing less would be tolerated to ensure that she built the right muscles, all of which were completely different then the ones that a western horse was to use. When she told him that if she was too horrible to teach he did not have to do it eyes were rolled. I see people that have been riding English for years upon years everyday that look a lot worse than this. He told her with a small chuckle. She then asked him to explain the breakdown of posting in which he did explaining to her that the idea was that the stride that you went up on was the one in which the horse stepped forward with the outside front leg. He then watched her as she attempted it and helped to correct her though she was right for the most part. He then had an idea. Do you want to try her out? It might help you get a little more of a feel to ride a horse that was training from birth in only English. He asked. He was confident in the girls abilities and knew the horse would be on her best behavior so he waited for her response.
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Post by Ardy on Nov 19, 2010 1:02:19 GMT -5
Horses were something that had not really been planned in terms of the girl's hobbies. She'd been raised in a suburban neighborhood with a mother who was afraid of anything larger than thirty pounds as well as her father that was rather laid back. Horses had come from her grandfather on his side, though he had lost interest during his high school years. Kam, however, had learned to love the time spent at her grandfather's homestead in western Montana. She started to learn how to ride at the age of five, on a small Shetland that had been acquired at the local auction. Through her grandfather's gentle instruction and the pony's mischevious ways, she'd caught on quickly and learned to love it. She'd managed to convince her parents to let her stay for a few weeks in the summer, which they reluctantly agreed to. Needless to say, she learned the most valuable lessons while staying at the farm. That's where she had to credit the majority of her riding ability to and the definite reason for which she got involved with horses in the first place. As the equine pinned his ears, she was slightly surprised because it was not a common thing for him unless he was extremely tired. For the most part, he was pretty mellow but he was not thinking of the new style of riding too highly as of yet. He was willing enough though, so he did extend his action which she thought should have been easy since he was a bigger horse, not overly huge at 15.3 though.He had longer limbs which should have been adequate to stretch out, but apparently he had his own opinion that it took too much energy. Gaze was focused on the male as he spoke, a gentle smile across her features at his comments. Thank you. She said quietly in return. Even as she was asking her horse to maneuver around the arena, she was watching the mare with interest. She was very natural, flawless in her movements and responses, yet the gelding had never experienced such movement before entirely. And again, he was just a basic grade horse. She never had her heart set on anything, so that was why she did not spend money on a high dollar horse that was amazing in a certain discipline. She wanted to enjoy herself while riding, and be able to be universal while she rode. As the horse was slowed to a walk, hands eased up on the reins to just barely give enough pressure for him to respond by tucking his head. It was obvious that he was not thrilled with this action, chomping at the snaffle and trying to pull his nose away from her grip. Today had to be the day where he was being impatient. A quiet sigh of frustration came from her, though she did not let it get to her. They were both learning and it would take a while for the horse to adapt as well. So as he did give into the pressure for a few moments, she released his head for praise and then asked again for a little longer. The gelding quickly recognized the little game and stopped fidgeting as much which was nice. As he responded to her comment on her being too terrible, she laughed quietly. It was funny sometimes, to see people who claimed to be experts and have been riding for years to really seem like they had no clue what in the world they were doing. The one thing that irritated her was when such people flat out told you that you were horrible or how bad your horse was even though they had no such clue what they were talking about. But no one ever wanted to be put down in their own skills or their animals ability, no matter who it was that said it. He explained the breakdown of posting as she had requested, and she quickly discovered that it was basically the exact same thing in which she had thought it to be which was a relief. She encouraged the horse into a trot once more, doing as he had explained though she lost herself slightly but he corrected her which helped her figure it out further. It really was not that difficult once you were reminded of it. Working with her own horse seemed to appeal as more of a challenge. Are you sure? Slightly surprised lyrics questioned. She wanted to ride the mare, seeing as she was the total opposite of her own horse. Especially right now, seeing as he was having one of his 'days'. She slid from the horse's back and gathered her reins, lifting them over his head. You can ride him if you want to, but he's kind of lazy today. Though the horse was still good on his 'bad days', which basically consisted of him being lazy and pinning his ears occasionally; never had she had him do anything more than that in the three years she'd owned him, even with other people riding him. Even on his 'bad days' she trusted the horse, and only got a bit frustrated if at all because she understood that they could be in a bad mood as well it seemed.
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Post by Ayrn on Nov 20, 2010 17:25:33 GMT -5
Horses for Enzo were the exact opposite to the girl they were something that were always a static part of his life. He had been around them from a young age and always been expected to help out in the barn during the rain, sleet, snow and blistering hot summer so soon after being expected to do all that work he figured that if he was going to have to be around them so much he might as well take an interest in them and get them to do some work for him and soon they turned into an outlet. While the other kids were getting into trouble in school, going to parties and getting drunk and going to jail and other things that teenagers tended to do he was always aware that he needed to be up early on the weekend mornings since that was the time that most of the shows took place and if he happened to go to a party he would end up leaving before they started to get out of control. He understood a lot more about responsibility than people that were twice his age and that tended to be a trend in horse people. At a young age he had been competing at a high level so therefore his horses were prized possessions in which were cared for and thought of more often then his own well being. His parents at the time gave up a lot for him to have the horses in which he had been competing on. Of course they had been bred in Germany by his grandparents and it worked out since it was free advertising and he made a good name for his grand parents breeding farm, his grand parents had tried their best at all times to make it work out for him and help him out as much as possible. He did not know the story on this girl though he was now a little intruiged. She seemed to be similiar to him and loved horses, giving up all the extra time and money that she had to put it into the horse. He was lucky though having finished his education and starting a paid apprenticeship with a local contracting company. So this had been the reason he had not sold the large gelding until a couple months ago since he had not been too sure if he was going to have to fork out a lot more money for another horse of the same calibre. But when he sold the fiery grey mare he had been training and spotted this young horse at the same farm he had not been able to resist. She had not been for sale the first time he had asked and he did not want to appear to be too interested since the rule of thumb was when you were interested in something and the person knew that then the price would double. The man had been fair though and since he had been so happy with how it had worked out with the grey mare he had given Enzo a good deal. He had also wanted to send the man another one to train for him though it had been in the time that was so close after the surgery on his wrist that he was not too sure if he was going to be able to ride anymore. It had been over a month that he had been back riding full time though and now he was starting to get a little more confident that he would be able to carry on and perhaps take on an extra horse to train and sell since it was always nice to make a little commission on top of the salary that he was making. The last commission had luckily paid off the new truck that he had had to buy to replace the one that had crashed, with a little bit of the money from Cairo going towards it as well. He did not ever like to be in debt and tried to stay as far ahead as possible. When he explained posting to her she seemed to understand and continued as she had been before, it had been more of a refresher for her since she had been doing it right before he had explained. When he told her that she should ride the mare she looked unsure asking if he was sure and he nodded. Stepping easily from the saddle and landing on the ground with a small thud. She is only five so she can have a few goofy moments but she's got a good mind and she is very well behaved. He assured her knowing that she would be able to handle the horse. He raised the stirrups up a little for her taking a guess since he was a little taller then the girl. He handed the horses reins over to her quite excited since he had not seen another person on the horse and would love to see how she would look under saddle. The mare was impressive just from the ground. He took the reins from the girl. Sure I would love to. He stated as she asked if he would like the ride the gelding, he looked good natured and like a fun horse. He watched the mare as she was positioned at the mounting block looking for any signs of misbehaviour from the young animal. So far so good. When you trot her, she wants to lower her head a little and falls on her forehand so just give her a soft bump with your hand to raise her head a little. That was really the only piece of advice he could think of before lining the gelding up at the mounting block and stepping onto the horses back allowing the horse to walk on a loose rein for a moment getting a feel of the horse before asking for the flexion to the inside, responding with a slight loosen of the reins everytime the horse gave to the pressure before the animal started to understand what he was wanting.
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Post by Ardy on Nov 28, 2010 21:36:42 GMT -5
She had always regretted not being raised with horses from day one, but that was something chosen for her; nor was it her choice. She'd just learned to further enjoy them whenever she got the chance to be around the animals. One summer, her parents had decided to try and skip the weeks spent at the farm; claiming it to be a bother to her grandparents, who argued and claimed that it was good to teach her responsibility at a young age. She never though of caring for them as a chore, seeing as she loved to help tend to the horses's needs. And whenever a vet or a farrier was there, countless questions were asked. Those were the key things, she knew, that had brought her to the decision in which she made in terms of her career. Without horse experience, the likelihood of the girl launching into an equine veterinary career would have been very slim. She had nothing against other animals, just found herself much more intrigued in the nature of horses. In a way, she was making up for the loss of them in her early years, seeing several different horses on a daily basis. Enzo stated that the mare still could have off moments but for the most part was level headed and she nodded. She really seemed like a good horse, from having seen her work the last two days as well as her manners. As he raised his stirrups, she did the opposite; lowering them a few notches in case he actually wanted to ride the gelding. Reins were swapped as he commented that he would love to which would be better seeing as he could then give her pointers about her own horse. Riveria was very good natured as she stood patiently at the mounting block as the girl got on and adjusted her seat slightly. The mare was clearly a few inches taller in comparison to the gelding, but that was a normal characteristic of the breed. Gaze was redirected in the male's direction as he told her to watch that her headset at the trot and make sure that it was not too low. A nod was given in acknowledgement, walking a few larger circles, followed by some smaller ones to get used to the different equine. Slight pressure was admitted to the horse's sides, only for her to do a nearly instant transition to a comfortable trot. The animal was stretching out with a lot less effort compared to her own horse, fingers slid along the reins to turn her in, posting along with constant glances at the movement of the outside shoulder to check and make sure. Though she soon fell in beat, figuring out what seemed to be a correct rhythm. I'm jealous. She's like riding a Cadillac. She laughed softly, barely having to check the horse's headset for the most part. Perhaps in time, the gelding could turn into half of what the mare was, discipline wise. Though, Kambree was well aware that it would take much work and she was not quite sure if the horse was capable of being an english prospect other than playing around occasionally. She was not really into pushing the subject too much most likely, she was enjoying it at the current time and could picture herself practicing at it just to play around with. Then again, maybe he could turn out to be some sort of diamond in the rough. Reins were pulled back merely enough in order to halt the mare in the center of the arena, watching the man work her horse with interest. And what is your assessment of him? Fingers stroked gently along the peak of the horse's shoulder blades as the mare stood quietly. A mental note was made of the technique being used to collect as well as extend the horse's movements, along with how he was adjusting the headset. After he replied, she nodded with a small smile, urging the horse forward to the rail and following along it at a walk. How am I doing so far? She asked curiously, feeling like a small child taking a lesson, though she was not the speed demon in which her grandfather had referred to her while riding the small pony. When she was young, of course she had challenged the other kids to small 'races' and had gotten in trouble for a few reckless things done during those instances. Thinking of it now made her want to laugh, the things in which she had learned from her own behavior had only helped her on the way. Now, she supposedly had her head on her shoulders, and she did make use of common sense as well as had a fair share of experience.
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Post by Ayrn on Dec 1, 2010 1:55:46 GMT -5
A lot of the best riders were the ones that had not been around horses since they were young because they realized that they would have to work a lot harder than the people that had grown up around them. A lot of the time the people that had been around them all their life assumed that was a free pass for them to assume that they knew everything and they would be less willing to learn. This girl amazed him with how vulnerable she allowed herself to be and so willing to learn from him. It was people like her that made him wish that he taught riding lessons since he could deal with people like her everyday, it was the snotty rich kids that seemed abundant in the industry that he would rather jump off a cliff than teach. The people that ended up learning the most were the people that could not afford to hire a hand to do all the chores and they ended up learning more about their horses than that knew about themselves. The ones that were there with the vet everytime they were out to make sure that they heard every word uttered about their special animal and the people that asked all the questions. He hated that a lot of the young girls it was all a competition of whos dad would buy them the nicest push button horses and no talent was involved and they only rode 4 months of the year. While he did not just allow anyone to ride his horses he was confident when he passed the reins to the girl with a small smile. She was not the type that was going to get in trouble with the young horse. He admired the way the girl looked on her fitting the lage horses barrel well enough to not look too small on her. She took a moment to get used to the mare and walked her in circles. The mare seemed to be focused on the rider and being on her best behaviour and he could not help the beaming smile that crossed his face. She did not know how big of a deal this was to him since he had not allowed another soul to set foot in the stirrups of the mare and the girl made the horse look effortless and easy. While the animal started out a little tense within a couple moments she was eased into the contact and working. You look great on her. He assured her before then focusing a little more on the gelding though he did not do too much since the focus was on teaching Kambree, even though she seemed to be doing just fine herself. When she was watching he eased the horse into a trot immediately pushing him forward into more of a working gait. When she asked what he thought of the horse she slowed him to a walk to stand alongside her. I think he is quite the horse. Quiet, dependable. A great all around horse. He reminds me a lot of one I used to have back home in Germany. His name was Tucker. Horses like them are worth their weight in gold. Sure he spent a lot of time working with expensive warmbloods and the horse was not quite the same though he did have an appreciation for animals such as this one, who could teach a person a lot more then a top notch warmblood. Palm then moved to pat the horses shoulder as he was given a break as he then matched the strides of the mare on the rail. You are doing fantastic, you hardly need me. He said with a small chuckle. Try her canter, its like a huge rocking horse. He then was aware it might be different to ask for the canter in western then it was in English. Put your outside leg back and squeeze to ask for the lead. He instructed her and watched the mare to see the response. After a couple more times around the arena he deemed that they should be finished and hopped down from the gelding running stirrups up and pulling the reins over his head. We should do this again. It was very enjoyable. Its been a long time since I have ridden with another person. He informed her with a small smile. Handing her the horse back before grabbing his own equine and positioning the horse in the cross ties beside where she had gone. He lifted the saddle from the horses back and set it on the rack beside him before then taking her bridle off and replacing it with the halter and unwrapping her legs and placing winter blankets back on her. Could I interest you in going for coffee?
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Post by Ardy on Dec 3, 2010 2:19:16 GMT -5
Glance had wondered from the horse as she was complimented on looking nice on the horse. Thanks. She said with a small smile upon her face. It was reassuring to hear and she was a little more confident in her ability with the new discipline. Not much advice was offered to her, so she must have been correct for the most part. The horse was very helpful when it came to posting, her extensions a lot easier to find a fluent rhythm with. Though as the gelding was pushed into a larger trot, he looked a little smoother in comparison to what she had him going with. As she had slowed the horse to a halt, Enzo joined her as well. Seeing as the mare was listening pretty much flawlessly, she was able to pay most of her attention to the man as he stated his opinion of her horse. It was nice to have someone who knew what they were doing riding the equine, seeing as most of the time it was newbies she'd let ride him around. Therefore, she only had her opinion which may be rather biased because she just had grown attached and used to the horse's movements. He was not a million dollar mover; she'd gotten what she'd paid for and more for his temperament. He was a grade horse, possible prospect for open shows but she had simply been relieved to get her hands on a horse of her own again. It took her a few years, but she'd gotten right back where she'd left off. Thank you. She responded with a gentle smile, nodding a bit as he said something about how horses like him were worth their weight in gold. She believed that in his mindset, practically ready to adjust for whoever sat in the saddle. As the horses matched pace along the rail, she raised a brow and turned her head to give him a questioning look. I did not think it would come back to me. She shrugged her shoulders, although she was still apprehensive about her idea of the subject. It would just take some getting used to and practice. Again, it was just something new to work with now. He told her to try to canter her, which she was a bit hesitant on asking, but he quickly informed her of the correct way to ask the lead, which was basically the same idea as when asking in western. She was amazed at how comfortable the horse was, just as he had said, she was like riding a big rocking horse. Oh geeze. Words were stated as she slowed the horse after a little while, shaking her head. If she goes missing...don't look at me. She joked, walking the horse out before sliding from the saddle as well. The girl left the stirrups be because she was not entirely sure where they were supposed to be adjusted to, fingers running along the animal's hide as reins were slipped over her head and returned to her actual owner. Walking away with the gelding, a small nod was given, stepping backwards to turn towards Enzo as he suggested they should ride together again. We should, I just never seem to run into anyone around here. Horse was walked to the cross ties, switching his bridle and halter to tie him in while she figured where to place the tack again. It was a friend of hers whom she'd asked to borrow from and she was supposed to exercise the horse in turn while the owner was out of town. Finding the proper tack trunk, saddle was placed upon the rack above and she found the right spot for the bridle as well. Splints were stripped of the equine's legs, coming back out with a green winter blanket. Cross ties were undone, the horse lowering it's head as the blanket was slipped over. After replacing the ties, she adjusted the few straps, glancing up as she was asked if she would like to go out for coffee. Right now, that sounds like a great idea. She agreed, the weather was chilly and she was sort of a caffeine fanatic. The horse was returned to his stall and a candy cane was produced from her pocket, breaking it up and feeding the chunks to him. A soft kiss was placed upon the equine's muzzle, checking to make sure his water was clean before stepping out. Where did you have in mind for coffee? Lyrics asked after the man turned the horse back out.
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Post by Ayrn on Dec 4, 2010 0:54:16 GMT -5
The big bay equine moved with a grace that captivated his attention, she was a force to be reckoned with and one that he would not want to have to compete against. Her self assured manner was something that was not typical of a young horse. The girl really did truly look good on her though since they seemed to get along well, the horse was hot and quite sensitive so she picked her riders and if she fell into the wrong hands the horse could be just as easily ruined as trained to be a champion. He was still in a small amount of wonder as they walked the horses out of the ring and she agreed that they should do this again sometime. When they secured them in the cross ties he slipped the saddle off the horses back she was not sweating since she was quite fit and he placed the saddle pads over top of the saddle before then setting it in the tackroom in his locker. The bit on the bridle was dipped in the horses water bucket that was across from the cross ties before then placed on the hook in the locker and brushes were brought out to whisk over the horses coat before then placing her winter blankets back on to ensure that she was not getting cold. He then lead the horse across to her stall where her dinner hay was waiting. Luckily they would not get to eat their dinner grain until later in the night since he did not like her eating right after they were worked. He then met up with her at the stall of her horse with a small smile. He had taken an instant liking to the animal and appreciated him. Arms were rested on the top of the horses door when she asked where he had in mind for coffee. Theres a small cafe on the way into town. I usually go there. Is that alright? He asked before then walking with her on the way back to the cross ties to sweep the small mess that had been left by picking the horses feet out and tossing it into the muck bin before then putting the brushes away and returning from the tack room with treats in hand. He paused at the door of the mare feeding her half of the bounty before then stepping towards the gelding and offering him the rest. When they stepped into the outside world he discovered that it was snowing. The first of the season always looked so magical as it fell to the ground to cover the imperfections. I'll drive. He told her before then moving to the passengers door to open it for her before stepping into the drivers side himself. Backing out of the gravel driveway he then turned onto the main road before heading towards town. When they pulled into the parking lot of the cafe he stepped out locking the car as they walked in the direction of the front door. So what are your other hobbies other than horses? He asked.
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Post by Ardy on Dec 5, 2010 22:49:36 GMT -5
Thank you so much for letting me ride her. She said to him before he walked away with the horse to put her back away. Having been suggested to ride his horse, she felt more confident because it was quite obvious the bay mare was not the caliber of horse in which an idiot would be allowed to ride. That meant he trusted her ability that she would not screw the horse up which was indeed a good thing. She watched her own horse as he settled back in his stall, walking a few circles before standing near the corner next to the door. Gaze flickered over to the man as he stood next her and rested against the stall door. That sounds great. Gentle reply came with a smile, walking along the aisle way and cleaning up her own mess as well. Silently, the girl watched as he fed the mare some treats and then went along to feed the rest to the gelding as well. Now he'll be your best friend forever. She said, knowing the horse all to well and his near obsession with food. There was a reason why his feeding program had to be under a careful watch, he tended to get a little on the stockier side at times which she did not completely disapprove of, just to the point where he was a bit wider than normal. Of course, the equine was grateful for the small treat and tried to nudge the man even when he was out of reach. Eyes rolled in their sockets at the animal, amused by his dog like mentality once again. At times, he did embarrass her because of lack of ground manners but it was not a normal occasion. And now he had just figured that maybe he could mooch a few more treats out of a new face. Stepping out of the barn's cover, a wince came from her as snow managed to slide down the back of her neck and it was an unsuspected chill. Attention watched the flakes as they danced to the ground, covering it in a light blanket of white. The indoor arena would most definitely be put to more use now since it would not be long until the snow came in full force rather than a few inches here and there. Though at times and when the weather was not too severe, riding through the snow was fun for just recreational riding. Focus turned to Enzo as he commented that he would drive, a small nod being her temporary response. Soft thank you was mumbled in return for him holding the door of the truck open for her. The truck was warm in comparison to the frigid air outside, the heater being a nice relief. The cold was not something that bothered her for the most part, she was used to four distinctly different seasons and practically wore sweatshirts throughout both fall and winter. Climbing from the truck she was careful with her footing rather than jumping right down as she normally would have, shutting the truck door well enough to close it entirely but not slamming it either. It was odd, she was so used to shutting the stubborn doors of her own truck that she was stupidly jealous of the ease of the newer vehicle's hinges. The question asked referring to her other hobbies caused her to think it over for a small amount of time before answering. Let's see.... Snowboarding, drawing, reading, most animals... She paused a moment, thinking of one more to add to her list. And traveling. And of course there are more, but those are the main few. Shoulders rolled into a little shrug. What about you? Curious lyrics asked, returning the question upon stepping into the small coffee shop.The scent of fresh coffee always was so refreshing to her, paying attention to his reply before eying the menu to decide over her own order. Her decision was based upon what sounded good and the smell of the coffee were too tempting so she ordered a caramel mocha with double shots to make it just a bit more stronger than usual. A couple of bills were produced to pay the lady at the register, contemplating on paying for his too as an extra thank you for the lesson. Oh and before I forget. She fished thirty dollars from her pocket and handed it to him with a small smile, hoping the amount was not an insult for the cost of the lesson. From what she had been told, it was about the average cost for most lessons. Thanks again.
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Post by Ayrn on Dec 8, 2010 23:10:33 GMT -5
She told him that the gelding would be his best friend forever after the treat and a small smile flickered onto facade. He could see the horse being that way though unlike the usual horses that were spoiled with treats he had a lot of manners and took the treat gently from him before then retreating into his stall. He then walked with her along the hallway to the outside of the building to get to his truck. Its lights flashed as it was unlocked and he stepped into the drivers side starting it immediately so that hopefully the heat would blast from the air vents, though for the first couple minutes it was nothing but cold air. By the time they made it out of the driveway though it was nearly lukewarm. Blinker was flicked on to signal outside the driveway and onto the main road. When they arrived he parked the closest to the building without being in a hanicapped spot and hopped from the large truck with ease. It was something that you got used to when your family only owned trucks from the day that you were born. Keys were left in the ignition on purpose since the newer trucks had the keypad so that all you needed to do was type a code into the door, that way he would not loose his keys and it was impossible for him to lock his keys in his car. As they made their way into the restaurant it was then that she answered what she did for her other hobbies. He noticed that quite a few were mutual between the two of them. He did not snowboard he skiied but both occured at a mountain and were pretty much the same. Other than that it was mostly horses because at the time that he had lived in Germany he had been a part of a large stud farm of his grandparents and the list of chores were never ending and if you ended up getting behind you would be buried in a mountain of work with no hope in redeeming yourself. She added travelling in on the end and then asked about himself and he had to pause to think for a moment. Well besides horses I have not had too much time for much else. I travel, though that is usually to horseshows. I like to ski, swim and thats about it. They sat at a booth in the back of the restaurant though that did not seem to matter to their waitress since she had spotted them and the service here was very good and soon she was there asking what they wanted. I will have a large hot chocolate please. He uttered before then sliding across the booth to be facing her. She then stated something about doing something before she forgot and soon enough she was producing an amount of bills and shoving them in his direction. No, I am not an instructor. I do not accept payment. He stated with a coy smile before pushing it back in her direction. Plus I had a great time, finally having someone to ride with will be nice. I was beginning to think everyone in that barn was a complete snob. He relaxed back against the uncomfortable booth and held his hands on the table enclosing around the warm drink that had been served with hers.
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Post by Ardy on Dec 13, 2010 1:18:45 GMT -5
She really did like to travel, though it was not something she was able to do very often seeing as her job required her constantly and there were usually other plans during her vacation weeks. Though she did fit in a few small road trips occasionally, but they consisted of out of town or maybe out of state trips. It was still something different and gave her a small break. As for the others, they were things she tried to squeeze in in between work and her horse. When it came down to it though, her horse was the first priority. The one thing she had trouble with when it came to her job, was that it took up most of her time, but it was the career path she chose and was also something she enjoyed. Now that her horse was being boarded at the stable with an indoor arena as well as an outdoor, she did not quite have to worry so much about lack of daylight. Attention focused on the man as he spoke in turn, explaining his hobbies briefly. He explained that he had a lack of time because of horse showing which made her a bit envious, but not ridiculously. She still had some work to do, and was aiming for a few open shows in the next few months. What type of showing do you do? She then felt a little oblivious asking that, it was obvious he was into English so probably was a jumper. Though there were different divisions of jumping so she did not feel completely stupid for asking such a question. The waitress came over a few minutes after they had sat in the back booth, she ordered her caramel mocha with a gentle smile. As she tried to pay him, he insisted against it, stating he was not an instructor so he did not take payment. She was reluctant to take back the money, figuring arguing would get her no where. Something would have to be arranged as a thank you, what was a mystery for the time being. Generally, she had a creative mind and was almost positive she would be able to conjure up something. It took her a moment before she really decided upon what she would do. He then continued to tell her that having someone to ride with would be nice and that he was not sure of everyone's personality at the barn. And she took that as a compliment, especially coming from a very advanced rider who definitely knew entirely of what he was doing. Well thanks. They aren't all bad,just depends on who you run into. I would much rather ride with you than most everyone else out there. She said with a small smile, remembering the few who she had ran into. Of them, it appeared that the majority were those who had everything given to them without any catch to it. The type she had once been jealous of but now was not entirely fond of. Looking back now, she would have not had her life in any other way because working for things was worth it. Put effort in and get a reward, that was how she saw it much of the time. A small sip of the hot beverage was taken and it was quite refreshing in comparison to the cold weather outside. Fingers wrapped around the container, glancing up and watching him again before asking. What type of work do you do? She was purely curious, thinking that it might have something to do with animals as well seeing as he was very into them obviously.
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Post by Ayrn on Dec 14, 2010 23:32:10 GMT -5
He really lucked out when it came to his life and the horses. While he was tied down with them a lot of the time and was not able to leave he was also relieved of his duties in the summers so that he would be to travel to the horseshows and promote the young horses from the stud farm. He missed those times when it seemed so easy. Now that he had spent the last few years of his life in school and apprenticing he was busy paying off things that people did not even attempt to buy at his age. Ever since he had broken up with his girlfriend in Germany he immersed himself into his work until he was on the border line of being over his head. He had convinced himself that he loved the girl in Germany, they had been best friends their entire life and within the last couple years of highschool their relationship had hit a new level though what he did not see was that while she might have been good to him she had been seeing someone on the side, well a couple of people the entire time. It took him three years to realize this and it broke his heart. So from there on he went about living a bitter and rather lonely lifestyle though he promised himself that he would not allow someone to hurt him the way that she did. That had also been part of the reason that he had moved to America in hopes to start new. So far so good. He was rather relaxed for the time being, the girl was not the type that posed a threat to him since she was genuine and kind and it was nice to be in the company of someone that easy to be around. She asked him what kind of showing he did and a small smile appeared on kissers. I show in the Jumpers. Back in Germany I did the grand prixs with some of the horses on my grand parents stud farm but I have focused a little more on the young horses now and been training and selling mostly. Hands were closed over the warm mug of hot chocolate. He had never been a coffee drinker since he found that it would put him too much on edge and when she was showing horses he would always have the morning classes and did not need to be more nervous then he already was. So when it became cold the sweet tooth would kick in and he would drink hot chocolate to warm up. It was a tradition at the barn that a lot of the staff had gotten into because of him since it would always be laying around and they would by the pre mix powder and whoever ended up finishing it would always have to buy the next one, somehow it was always him he never did figure it out. All of the good memories that he had stored in the banks of his mind were centered around that place and one day he would go back and he would restore the place to its former glory. A glorious smile crossed his face when he told her that she would rather ride with him then with most of the people in the barn. The attention then turned to ask what he did for work. I am an engineer, I work for an electrical company. He told her. Though my dream one day is just to do that on the side I want my own barn full of young horses to train and sell. The horses were his passion, he understood them more than people. What about you? What is your job of choice?
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Post by Ardy on Dec 16, 2010 23:20:01 GMT -5
An idea which she figured would work quite nicely for a payment in turn for the lesson, well probably more than that, but it was something she would not mind doing. It would take a few weeks to finish probably, if she got started within the next few days. She quickly paid attention to the man seated across from her, noticing the smile that appeared at her question. It was a relief that he apparently did not find her to be an idiot for asking. At times, she was aware of how naive she could seem, but everyone made mistakes so she was one to shrug it off rather than to hold a grudge. Finger ran along the rim of the paper cup as she listened attentively to what he did for showing.Although she lacked personal show experience, she had learned the tricks of the trade when it came to the different levels through communicating with clients as well as viewing a few on the television on the occasion. He stated that he had done Grand Prixs in Germany and instantly it sparked her interest further. As she had assumed, he was amidst the higher riders when it came to showing. Oh wow. That would be very fun to watch. She commented lightly. Despite the fact that the seating was not very comfortable, the cafe had a nice, relaxed atmosphere and she decided it might become a common stop after the barn on some nights.Coffee was a bad habit she had occasionally and now it was quite refreshing. She was not the type that would get insanely wired from it, well for the most part. On occasion, she could get a tad hyper but that was normal or so she had been told. If not, well she did not really care at all. Never had she really worried about others opinion on her, unless is was a specific time where it did matter. She was who she was, and no one's opinion was going to change that. Head was cocked to the side a bit, somewhat surprised as he stated that he worked at an electrical company as an engineer, though it still made logical sense. Gentle smile returned to the girl's face as she listened to what he considered to be his dream career. It sounded very appeasing to her as well, owning a barn and watching your own string of flourish, well if you were skilled and knew the tricks of the trade. She would much rather deal with horses and people, but with her job she was stuck with both. Sometimes it was great, others it could get frustrating but she was generally very tolerant. The question was turned and directed towards her which she was not shocked about since it was a common part in conversations. I am doing an apprenticeship with the local vet, but I want to focus primarily on horses, so my goal is to become an equine veterinary technician as of now. When she told people of her job, she was constantly asked why she did not go for being a full time vet and her simple answer was time. It was an extra few years for the different degree as well as the work hours, which at times could make it nearly impossible for her to spend time with her own animals, not something she was really swaying about in that case. She hesitated a moment, recalling the job she used to consider her dream career. Don't laugh, but if I really wanted to do something, I'd probably become a pilot. Quiet laugh echoed from her. It was difficult to remember the exact origin of this different choice since she had only been on a plane once and the closest she'd been to flying other than that was probably jumping her gelding over the large logs they'd encountered on trail rides. Just the idea of the flying nearly gave her an adrenaline rush. After they had finished their drinks, the paper cup was tossed in the trash, leaving a small tip for the waitress. Once they returned to the barn, friendly smile was across her features. Thanks, again. She felt like she had said that way too many times, but that seemed to be how it always felt. I'll see you around sometime, riding partner? Words were phrased in a hesitant question as she took a few backward steps towards her truck.
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Post by Ayrn on Dec 17, 2010 19:44:11 GMT -5
He thought back to the many times he had competed on his grand fathers only stallion Lugaro. That had been the horse that had made him a rider to look out for in Germany. The big chestnut was a little unorthodox over the jumps, not always jumping in perfect form though he had the scope to make up for it and the heart to be competitive. Affectionally known as Luigi in the barn he had been a mild tempered animal until you were on his back. He was notoriously a difficult ride though it seemed as though he just took a liking to Enzo and for the male he was simplest animal. At that time it had been his first time in the grand prix ring and his grand father had been hesitant though the horse just took care of him and baby sat him until he was a little more confident. The bigger jumps ended up looking a lot less intimidating by the end of the year and they were ready to step it up by the next spring. While there were many horses that he rode and trained for both his grand father and couple other people the stallion remained the man's main horse all throughout high school. When the horse turned 15 he was retired and ended up having a bad bout of colic. The first time he came out of it and they looked as though it was really lucky but the next time even the surgery was not able to restore him and he was put down. Although the horse had played a large role in the males life he understood that things like this happened and understood that the animal had had a fabulous life and he was to be appreciated and never forgotten but the animals death was not to be dwelled on. Though it only made him sad when he was not able to find another horse that he agreed with as well. Even the horses own offspring were not close enough for him. He had brought Cairo, a large black warmblood with him from Germany when he arrived but the partnership had been ended when he realized the horses goals and his own did not match. The horse was capable of jumping the large fences but would much rather be an Equitation horse for a younger rider. After a lease to ensure the horse was going to appropriate people he allowed the young girl's father to purchase the horse and instead used the money to pay off his new truck and purchase the young horse. A large red scar mauled the top side of the males wrist from the accident that nearly killed his career and had also been the reason he had needed a new truck. One night he had been driving back from the barn where there had been a power outage with a staff member that he agreed to take to coffee to bide some time before the power turned back on. As they drive along the backroads a car swerved in front of him and he ended up being hit and the truck forced into the ditch. He was relatively uninjured with the exception of his wrist that needed four pins to hold it together now. After one of the trainers in Germany heard about his accident he had immediately written him off and asked if he would like to come and work under him as an instructor. People were not his forte either though, the horses were a lot easier to deal with and rarely would stab you in the back. He hautily had refused the offer and informed him that he would be seeing him again shortly in the Grand Prix ring, even though they were both on different sides of the planet as of now. For awhile his future outlook had been bleek when he started back riding and all the strength was depleted from his arm but ignoring the protests of the doctors he continued and now the strength had returned to an acceptable level and he knew that it would near 100% with nothing but time. He still did not take on more then just the one horse though since with his career he did not have time and he did not want to push his luck. He would rather get hurt on his own horse then trying to over exert himself on someone elses. She did not suprise him when she told him that she was apprenticing with a local vet and wanted to start working as a large animal vet specializing in horses. It suits you, you are very good with animals. I can see that. He stated with a small smile before she then continued and told him that if she really wanted to have a dream career it would be a pilot. Wow, that is at a totally different end of the spectrum, but that's very cool. Believe it or not I am very scared of flying even though I am on a plane quite a lot. He knew that she would get a small laugh out of that. A small smile remaining plastered on the males features. He was always convinced that when he was flying that he would end up being on one of the freak flights that would crash into the ocean even though he knew the chances were much less than anything he could think of.They arrived back at the barn and as they pulled up close to her truck she told him thank you again. No problem. He assured her before she stepped out of the truck and stated that she would see him again and called him a riding partner, smile broadened slightly. Of course. He uttered gently. After all he knew that the chances of seeing her again were high when they had an animal at the same barn. As he pulled into his driveway he felt his phone vibrate a small sigh released when he realized it the was the man he sold a young mare for at the beginning of the year, before he had been injured. He had loved working for him since he treated the horses amazingly and they were all well bred and worth enough money for it to be beneficial for him to put the effort into them. But after the mare was sold, just after his accident he told him that he would not work for him anymore because he was not too sure how his wrist would hold up. So he knew picking up the phone would mean that something had happened to make the man call him. Of course he answered the phone since he knew that his connections around here were something that he would eventually depend on. He had also purchased his own horse through the breeder, and she had been a horse that the man had recognized with potential that he had not wanted to part with. The phone call had been a desperate call for him to take a look at a horse that he had sent to a different trainer and was worried about being pushed too hard too fast. On the trip he had taken to the farm he remembered the animal as being a lanky grey stallion that looked as if he had a little bit of an attitude with him. He agreed as long as the man promised to bring him by the barn. They parted with the man assuring him he would be interested in this horse and telling him he better make sure they have a stall ready because he was going to insist on keeping this one. He laughed at the older mans certainty though he did make the next call to the barn manager making sure that the haul in tomorrow would be alright and asking if they would have a spare stall that could hold a stallion if it came down to it. She scolded him for it being such late notice but it had been jokingly. He knew he was going to need his sleep so he ended up skipping dinner as he did most nights before falling asleep. Most days he just worked half a day since he was only a part of the electrical work in building houses etc in the morning and then once he laid out where it was to be set he would be free to go as workers did the rest of his bidding. This time he left early to arrive at the barn before the horse trailer. In case the horse hauling in took a lot out of him he just lunged the mare allowing her to play on the end of the lunge line before putting her back in her paddock. It was a little quieter in the barn since all the horses were turned out so it would be better for a younger stallion. He was just in time when the four horse head to head trailer arrived and the older man got out spotting Enzo and walking towards him. I am so glad you agreed to look at him. I don't know what I would have done, hes developed some problems and I need some imput from someone I trust. He spoke rather frantically. So far this was not sounding good to him, it had not even been 5 minutes since they stopped and crashing could be heard in the trailer with the large metal chassis rocking back and forth. Eyes went a little wide. You better get him out of there before you have no trailer left. He uttered feeling his stomach sink a little, what had he gotten himself into? The horse had changed a lot since he had seen him at the breeders farm turned out in a paddock looking like he was enjoying life and happy, now he looked like a raging maniac. He looked to be racehorse fit, like a horse who had been competing all year and not a young animal, this was noted. So either they had been working him super hard and pushing him or he was not turned out and he paced in the stall until he got like this, or out in the paddock. Or perhaps both. He looked amazing, just not like a four year old warmblood stallion should. But this was only a fast glimpse as a large snort tore through the entire horses body and nearly made him deaf as the animals ears pinned straight to his head and nostrils were drawn taut causing the wrinkles that usually indicated a bad temper. The man had a chain through his mouth and he could have sworn when he had been shown him as a young unstarted horse that he had been lead around in nothing but a cotton shank. Sure stallions were to be treated with caution but that was usually with a chain over their nose, was this another warning sign. He deemed it to be as the explosive animal shook his head and jigged sideways all the way into the barn. Putting him into the cross ties did not seem to be an option so he opened the first stall as they got into the barn just so they would be able to tack him up. I will hold him when you go get the stuff I don't want to let him loose he can be a little nasty. He returned within a moment with brushes and a saddle, bridle, girth and all equipment for the horse. Where the hell did you send this horse, Art? The track? He looks like a hopped up racehorse. He's certainly different then the last time I saw him. The other man looked somber as the words reached him. I didn't have a choice Enzo, after you told me you wouldn't work for me I needed to send him out for training. I had to find a new trainer immediately. At first it seemed to work but what was being done behind my back was a different story. Hearing the pleading in his voice a small sigh was released. I am sorry I did not mean it like that I know how much you love your horses. He approached the horse with a quick brush that was run over him, that seemed to be alright. Though when he returned with the boots the horse slammed his leg back down on the ground everytime he tried to put one on and finally he managed to get them on with a glare sent in the horses direction. As the saddle was placed on his back his ears were pinned again and teeth bared as the girth was done up. He would be stupid to not lunge this horse before getting on him. They switched so that Enzo had the horses lead rope now and reins were eased over his head with the halter still on. With being unsure of the behaviour he would not take the halter off and risk getting pummelled. Bridle was loosened and eased into his mouth though as soon as he got near the horses head he threw his weight back and front feet left the ground, Enzo was too fast though and the bridle was already over one ear and luckily remained there when he touched back on the ground. After that bit of drama it was a little easier and he finished securing it before unclipping the lead rope and looping it under the stallions chin and attaching it onto the bit. Art then came back and held the horse while he got dressed himself. Pulling on his pair of tall boots, he did not add spurs since he was sure that he did not need them. His helmet was secured and tightened. He felt as though he was gearing up for doomsday and the feeling of impending doom washed over him. Already his hard plastic wrist gaurd had been put on. He grabbed a lunge line before taking the horse from the man and attaching it to his bridle. The horse jigged beside him and there was a large clatter of hooves as the animal made its way down the hallway. Suprisingly the horse adopted a new manner as he was being lunged. The work seemed to change him, turning him a little more manageable. Deciding he would tempt fate he brought the horse to the mounting block attaching a pair of draw reins for safety as he did whenever he tried a new horse so that the horse would be more unable to rear and flip over backwards when they could not lift their head excessively. He found a lot of the time the safest place to be around a stallion was on their back. He swung easily onto the horses back and as he did with young horses did not even allow him to walk one stride before he was pushed into a working trot establishing that he was not going to allow foolish behaviour that usually happened if you gave them a moment to think of their actions. This seemed to offend him though and he felt the horses back raise and strides get choppy. He broke to a canter thrashing his head and attempting a bucking fit though he was turned in a small circle and forced to engage himself back at the trot. Feeling rather victorious the horse moved easily the elestic movement was appealing and a light contact held the animal in a frame. This was only one of the tricks though as he felt the horses mouth get a little harder and a low growl was uttered to reach the horses ears in a warning. The explosion was imminent though and the horse threw himself into the air contorting his entire body there would be no way Enzo would have stayed on if he had not been prepared and wound his hands in the horses mane sitting back on the animal and pulling the draw reins as tight as possible. This seemed to be the last test though and the moment the horses feet touched the ground he was willing to admit defeat. The fluid movement he had a hint at at the beginning of the ride was just a start this horse was talented. Large stride seemed impossibly big even for the massive animal. Transitions were fluid and responsive and instantly the male knew he was going to have to take the horse on. Not wanting to overdo it for one day he ended it on a good note and hopped off him in the middle of the ring. Making sure to attach the chain back through under his chin though this time he walked a little more politely. Still jigging a little but he had worn a little energy out. So what do you think of him. Art asked him with a beaming smile. Well I hate to admit when people are right. I'll take him on, as long as you understand, if at any point he gets too dangerous for me to handle and he will be sent back to you. I am not risking my life for a horse and as long as you realize it might not be fixable. The man nodded. Returning to the trailer and leaving him with the stallion. He returned with a bunch of the animals belongings setting them at the door. Thank you, Enzo. I appreciate it. I love this horse and want to see him succeed. He then walked out of the barn leaving the animal in his care. He had scouted the horses stall before he arrived and knew it was at the other end of the barn. He knew that until the horses ground manners could be trusted that he was going to have to be here twice a day now to turn the horse out and in since he did not want people tohave to handle him. Just another hassle to add to the list. He pointed a finger at the large dark dappled stallion. You better be worth it. He threatened. As soon as he got the horse into the stall he realized this was going to be quite the task to do alone. He looped to rope around the stall bar so that the horse could not bite him but did not tie him. He quickly undid the girth and put the saddle against the wall and undid the boots. The bridle was next and pulled off the horses head leaving just the halter and lead rope. He moved to the door after the stuff had been put outside the stall unclipping the horse before closing the large sliding door but not before the large animals teeth caught his arm. Anger rose to the tip of his tongue unable to lash out at him from the door he did not want to get back in his stall. You. He pointed back at the horse. Are an impolite, vile, spoiled, pig of an animal. You better jump the moon, you are lucky I don't just make you into dog food its more than you are worth right now. He yelled at the horse. He did not dwell on his outburst though and moved to grab the horses blankets and with a new determination returned to the stall and the horse was so stunned he would dare step into its stall he did not move when he grabbed his halter and snapped the lead rope back on him before throwing the blankets over him. It was clear that he had been handled by someone that had been scared of him and he had been able to get away with anything. He still looked stunned when he took the halter off and stepped out of the stall.
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Post by Ardy on Dec 19, 2010 1:51:57 GMT -5
After seeing the man's truck pull from the barn's driveway, she started digging through the cab of her ford. She lifted the grey sweatshirt off the seat, and found nothing. The glove box was opened with a squeaking protest but revealed the digital camera inside it. Long strides carried her to the barn, looking in the first stalls to see if they had gotten their grain yet. It appeared that the first two horses were basically finished so it seemed she was in luck, but she silently hoped Enzo did not have the horse on a major feeding routine otherwise she would have to take longer to start the project. Upon approaching the mare's stall, she noticed the equine simply lounging in the back. Perfect as long as the girl could get her attention to pose. She stood next to the stall door to coax her forward, the horse seemed to enjoy the attention as hand ran down her blaze a few times. Steps were taken backwards, turning on the camera and throwing a few small stones to get the mare's ears perked. It took a few tries before she found a picture she liked, petting the mare and her own horse good bye before leaving. A quick stop was taken at the walmart in order to get the picture printed, which made her wander around aimlessly for a bit while she waited. She paid the small amount for the picture and then went straight home. The room that was supposed to be an office was lit up, relieved to see that she did have all the supplies she needed. A medium sized canvas was supported against the wooden easel. The picture she was going off of was propped up against the counter. Smile graced her lips as she searched the various paint shades, but not finding one close enough to the mare's color. Several colors were mixed, creating an adequate amount in order to continue on throughout the painting. Teal and purple hinted backdrop was chosen, thinking it would look rather flashy in comparison to the horse's coloring. Once the background was finished, she fixed herself a simple dinner to wait for it to dry. New brushes were selected, smaller for detailed work with the mares facial features and larger for most of her head and neck. Gentle strokes ran across the canvas with a hum, pausing to turn on the radio. Head was tilted to the side, glancing back and forth from the picture to the painting for the base work. After that had dried, the white blaze was added, as well as the main definition of her eyes, nose, and ears. The mane was added in black, playing with the brush strokes until the hair looked more realistic. Forelock was finished, and later on dark brown strands were painted vaguely throughout the mane.Small initials were placed on the corner of the painting, as well as the last two digits of the year. With an unruly yawn passing through her lips, she glanced at the clock to notice that it was passed midnight. It was often that she lost track of time when she was painting, or doing anything she enjoyed doing. Luckily enough, tomorrow was one of her days off. Clothes were changed and she stumbled off to bed. Slumber quickly came over her, waking up at eleven, which was very late for her. Long shower was taken, slipping into a pair of comfortable jeans and a green cotton t-shirt. Hair was fixed into a pony tail after having been blow dried. Numerous chores were down to occupy herself, but they needed to be done as it was. She was still full of energy after them and then decided to head out to the barn. Chocolate sweatshirt was pulled over her torso for a light layer to keep her a bit warmer, carefully grabbing the canvas which she had covered with fabric and putting it in the vehicle in case she happened to run into him. Old ford pulled into the gravel parking lot, noticing the other familiar truck parked there. As she stepped into the barn with the portrait being held close, she was shocked to hear yelling coming from the other end of the aisle. Even before locating where the man was at, she was sure he was not yelling at the mare. Eyes widened, staring down the aisle way to see him working in a frenzy to carry the blankets before stepping out with a halter in hand.Obviously the horse he had been working with had gotten him rather flustered. Painting was held closer to her chest, hesitant to step down there and offer it to him when he appeared to be in a foul mood. She had never given anyone a portrait she'd personally painted, always afraid it was never going to be good enough. Gaze traveled along the stalls to the floor, checking her horse before walking up to the man. Canvas was gently offered in his direction, biting the inside of her lip anxiously. I painted this for you, since you do not take payment. It's supposed to be Riveria. Gaze wandered to the mare's stall in curiosity, before stepping down the few stalls to pear in at the horse he'd previously been working with. At first, the animal looked quite somber until realizing it was just a girl standing before him. Amused expression came to her face, hands resting on her hips as the animal pinned his ears and snapped at the stall railing. So you must be Alpo? Mischievous gleam sparkled in her eyes, watching the beast as he made an effort to show how intimidating he was. The one thing that did make her grimace was when he ran his ivories along the iron bars, making a zing noise, like nails to a chalkboard. She stepped back from the stall to watch the man's expression as he unveiled the painting. Fingers crossed behind her back, desperately hoping he would like it. She actually liked this one and thought it to be rather good, although he knew his horse better. If he didn't decipher the mare in the painting, it would be extremely humiliating. Side was leaned against an older horse's stall who was relaxing in the corner and was not interested in the people around so she thought it would be safe.
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Post by Ayrn on Dec 19, 2010 2:23:53 GMT -5
It took him a moment to calm himself to a level where he did not want to turn the horse into a rung only to place it on his floor of his house only to get to stomp on it everyday. Eyes were closed and temper was allowed to fade as the cocky stallion seemed to have gotten the best of him and he realized that this was going to be harder then he thought, the horse seemed to be mocking the reaction he had gotten, he seemed as though he even enjoyed getting yelled at. He hoped desperately that this was not a huge mistake. He had not even noticed the girl walking into the barn until she was standing close to him and a smile crossed his face. Then he realized that she had heard what he had been yelling at the horse. I am sorry you had to witness that. He stated gently returning to his calm composure. The jerk bit me. He pulled up his sleeve to show a large red mark now swelling a little on his bicep. It was then that he noticed that she had something large that looked like a painting in her hands. Interest was then caught as she told him that because he had not accepted payment for the lesson she had painted his horse. Eyes widen as gaze fell on the painting, it had been such a long time since he had recieved a gesture this kind. Optics travel over the smooth brush strokes depicting the stunning mare. The large bay animal had been captured amazingly. All aspects of her conformation were there. Short coupled joints, long sloping neck, short back, and best of yet the colour looked to be colour matched to the dark mahogany bay. Wow, that is amazing. Thank you so much. He accepted the painting careful to hold it lightly. He already was thinking up spots where it would be able to go in his house and came up with a few places though he wanted it to be the focal point somewhere, the main attraction. He was completely transfixed with it. Its gorgeous. He uttered once more nearly inaudibly. I am just going to go put it in my truck so it does not get wrecked I will be right back. He told her as he then set off towards the parking lot and unlocked the truck to carefully place the canvas in the back with a blanket that he usually left on his back seat over it so that it would not get ruined. He then stepped back into the barn to find her a little closer to the stallions stall. Yes, his actual name is Perseus, but I don't think he deserves a nice name right now. He said with a small smile and a brief chuckle. When I first moved here I worked for a man who would send me one young horse at a time and I would start them and sell them, thats who he belongs to. I stopped working for him though a couple months ago because I got in a car accident and shattered my wrist but he managed to convince me to try to work with this one, he sent him to a trainer that I think just pushed him too hard so now hes a little resentful. He leaned back against the stall across from her. But anyways enough about the horse. How are you today? He asked casually hands were placed in his pockets as he leaned against the wood and legs were crossed in front of him. He was glad to see her again after last night and wondering if he should have asked her when she was coming to the barn next.
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