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Post by LANDON ALLEN JACKSON on Feb 22, 2011 13:02:33 GMT -5
  It was time. He knew it was time to work on the horses that he had brought with him from England. They had been cooped up in their stalls for a day or two and it was time they got out to stretch their legs, plus, Landon really wanted to ride. It had been most then a week since he sat in a saddle and cantered around an arena and that felt like an eternity for the young man. Riding was his stress reliever and he really just needed to sit in the saddle and feel at home again. Being in the saddle on a horse was his home. His horses were his only family. Landon barely ever saw or heard from his parents because they cared more about their job then their own son. Landon resented them for that and barely talked to them. Part of how he felt for them was the reason he left England. He needed to get away and just have his own life, not like he hasn't done that for almost his own life now. But now it was real. He was out on his own. Shaking his head, ridding the thoughts that were flurishing in his mind, he walked to the door of his dorm room and put on his riding boots. He needed to get down to the stable and clear his head, these thoughts were doing him no good. With that he grabbed a jacket and quickly made his way down to the barns, heading towards his mares stall, Heartbreaker of Love, or Love for short.
Once he walked into the barn the familiar scent of hay and horses swarmed his senses. He gave a small grin to himself as he heard the familiar sound of Love. She was anxious to get out of her stall and making quite a rucus. Landon walked up to the mares stall and was greeted with a snort and a nicker. "Hey there pretty girl." He pat her on her muscular neck and rubbed her velvet nose. Landon could tell she was ready to get out. Love hated being cooped up for too long. He would ride her today and possibly the other two but he would start out with his girl.
He grabbed her halter hanging on the hook close to the stall door and clipped it to her leather halter. Opening the gate, Love hurried out in a rush. "Woa, easy girl." He held her for a moment letting her calm down stroking her neck. When she had calmed down he tied her to the loop next to the stall and began to groom the mare. She was a clean mare and he didn't have to worry about much, just cleaning her hooves out. Landon then made his way to the tack room and grabbed his dressage saddle, bridle and some leg wraps. He walked back to the dutch warmblood mare who was waiting patiently. Landon chuckled and set the wraps down and then placed the saddle on the mares back, cinching it up. He moved to put the bridle and Love easily took the bit. He then grabbed the leg wraps and put them on each leg of the mare. She had a habit of being lazy and clipping her heals.
Landon lead the mare towards the indoor arena. He was going to work on some dressage today, get Love limbered up and used to the arena. This was different then the places they went in England and he wanted to let her get used to her new home. Once the two were in the arena and so far the only ones, he cinched the saddle a little more and then hiked a foot up into the stirrup and pulled himself up on top of the mare. Letting out a sigh, Landon relaxed in the saddle. Oh how it felt so good to be back ontop of a horse. He leaned down and stroked the mare lightly and then raising back up again he straightened and pressed his heals into the mares sides and she began to walk. He would take it slow.
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Post by HENRY JAMES ACKERMAN on Feb 22, 2011 13:37:15 GMT -5
He figured that he had to ride eventually, even if the thought of doing so on a horse that, technically, he was responsible for, was unbearable. Still, Henry had to admit that it was a little nice to be around horses again after so long. Horses didn't want to slowly crush the life out of him, which he had the distinct feeling that his family was trying to do. Besides, he was supposed to be a teacher now. Admittedly, it didn't feel like that, but teachers were expected to at least show some degree of ability to ride. And they were also supposed to have horses. He had one of those, now, albeit a hyperactive idiot and young to boot, and he knew that he at least had to ride the gelding until he could find some student to stick on him for a little while. Without work, Locke would become a total hot mess, and he'd probably forget anything that he had learned. Henry had only ridden him twice, of course, once when he'd first met the gelding and once when he'd bought him, but he already had a pretty good idea of how this whole deal was going to go.
Locke was sticking his head restlessly over the stall door when Henry walked into the barn, shaking his mane and nickering to the horses on the other side of the row. Every so often he'd crane his neck and just be able to place his chin on the partition between his stall and the stall next to his and get a glimpse of his neighbor, but everyone seemed to be ignoring his antics. Henry was glad enough of this, Locke certainly didn't need encouragement. "Hey pretty boy," Henry called down the row of stalls, but Locke pretty much ignored him. There wasn't a real bond between horse and owner as of yet, and even though Locke liked pretty much every human being he didn't view Henry as anything special or impressive. Henry, hoisting his saddle and bridle, made his way down the row of stalls and dumped the tack into the appropriate places. He groomed and tacked Locke as quickly as possible.
...Well, as possible, because Locke kept moving around restlessly while Henry tried to groom him and saddle him. His ears had perked up at the sight of the tack and low, rattling snorts built up in his flared nostrils. He pawed at the ground while Henry did up the girth. "Well... this is going to be an interesting ride..." he murmured out of the corner of his mouth, "easy does it, Locke... No need to be in such a hurry." Eventually he did get the bridle on and headed out to the arena with Locke prancing at the end of the reins behind him. He'd figured on using the indoor seeing as how usually not as many people rode there, but to his slight mortification there was already a student up and about, mounted on a pretty painted warmblood mare who seemed a lot more professional than Locke, who was still jigging about like a half-broke colt.... It must be the move, the horse had acted fine when Henry had last ridden him.
"Heads up, gate!" he called across the arena, opening the gate and strolling in. he checked the girth quickly to make sure that all Locke's prancing hadn't gotten it to where it needed to be tightened and then vaulted onto the colt's back while he was still moving... They'd work on manners when Locke was in a more reasonable state of mind. Already the colt was tossing his head and prancing about, so Henry sat back and deep and asked him to collect a little more... It kind of worked, but Locke was so hot that he wasn't paying much attention to his rider. Henry tossed a sympathetic glance towards the other rider, who he figured for a student, although some of the students here were not much younger than the staff. It could be hard to tell sometimes... "Easssy boy, don't worry. We'll get that jig out of you as soon as possible..." He urged Locke into a slightly faster pace, hoping to get his attention into moving forward instead of into the excitement of being ridden. This actually worked up to the point where Locke got out of his own head and noticed that there was another horse in the arena. He craned his neck and let out the loudest neigh possible, at which Henry rolled his eyes in exasperation. Yeah, this was definitely no Grand Prix horse. |
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Post by DUFFY BREE JEANETTE FAIRLEE on Mar 5, 2011 1:47:31 GMT -5
 
She'd only been here a few days, and yet Duffy was already itching to get back on her horses. She'd spent almost a week getting settled in, getting her horses situated, and the loose ends left in Louisiana all tied up, nice and pretty. Now, Duffy had all sorts of reasons for packing up her life and moving to Kentucky at only 18 years old. Her parents thought it would be a great place to learn more, good exposure, new place, great teachers and reviews, blah, blah, blah. The list could go on. But the real reason she'd come was to ride, and see where she could get in this sport out from under her parents' wing. That morning, she'd decided it was time to get her butt back in the saddle and get to work.
She'd dressed in her more casual clothes, a loose T-shirt, holy jeans, boots and her favorite hoodie. None of her usual big and bold jewelry (she had a huge thing about wearing jewelry when around horses), form fitting tops and skin-tight jeans, oh no. She saved those clothes for out away from the barn, and got out her old favorites that were worn out and comfy for the barn. Who knows what her horses would decide to slobber/kick/ect. onto her.
She'd entered the barn almost 15 minutes ago, and had been standing in front of her horses' stalls, a puzzled frown on her face for quite some time. To some, it might look like she was trying to figure out why she was there at all, but really, she was having the same problem she always did when she didn't have a set schedule. Which horse to ride? She had three fantastic mounts to choose from and she never could pick between them easily. Would it be a good, hard practice session on her big, 17 hand Swedish Warmblood, Niro? Or a nice, easy ride on her sweet Egyptian Arabian, Blues? Or maybe today was the day to get in some practice on her western, and ride Punk, her steady Quarter Horse gelding. As she tried to puzzle out her predicament, the decision was made for her when Niro stuck his big, white head out of his stall door and leaned against the wood, straining toward her, his brown eyes pleading for a little exercise. She always was a sucker for brown eyes.
Heaving a sigh, she gave him a light pat on the cheek and left to bring back her dressage saddle and bridle, pad, and leg wraps. The leg wraps were really just a precaution, but Duffy never went without them, habits like that having been pounded into her from a young age. Setting the tack aside, she clipped a lead to Niro's halter and brought him out of his stall to stand in the crossties. He stood patiently while she brushed him down, and picked his feet, only moving to turn his head and look at her as she moved around him, crooning praise to him all the way. He wasn't like those horses who were dancing while being saddled, impatient to go after a few days of being cooped up. Niro was perfectly happy to wait while his rider got ready, so long as he got to work. Lord, did this horse love to work! For that reason, he was probably Duffy's favorite to ride.
Having gotten him all saddled and wrapped up, she slid the bit into his mouth with little hesitation on his part, and led him toward the indoor arena. For her first ride on him at this new barn, she wanted it to be in a relatively quiet, and closed in space, not that she was really worried he'd do anything stupid. Just another precaution. But as she made her way to the arena, appreciating the fact the Niro automatically shortened his long stride so she could keep up with her short little legs, it became apparent she wasn't going to be alone. Coming upon the gate, she saw two other riders in there all ready, both men. One was on a pretty paint warmblood, the other on an excited, jittery gelding. "Gate!" She called out to the two riders as she opened the gate to lead the huge grey gelding through. Locking it behind her, she brought her horse over to a corner to mount, gripping a big chunk of his mane and the back of her saddle to help pull herself up. Duffy was only 5' 4" tall, and Niro was 17 hands, but she insisted on mounting him herself with no help. Giving a couple bounces, she dropped the reins, confident he wouldn't move, then launched herself upward with a humongous jump, using her legs and arms to climb up his side and get her knee in the stirrup. Keeping it all one fluid movement, she pushed herself up with her arms again, hands placed on his back for support, and slid her foot into the stirrup her knee had been in, and swung her other leg over. Settling comfortably into the saddle, she gave a satisfied humph and a cheeky grin. No sissy ass mounting blocks for her!
Gathering up her reins, she clicked at him and lay her calf on his right side, relaxing onto his broad back as he moved off immediately. These two had spent hours together, training, getting to know each other, and competing, and the two had a special bond between them. The 5 year old gelding loved her to death and responded easily to her subtle cues, and she trusted him with her life completely. Everytime she rode him, it was apparent to those watching that they'd spent a lot of time together, in and out of the arena.
Letting him move out and stretch his legs, Duffy took the time to glance around the arena and check out the other two that were in there, running an experienced and calculating gaze over them, trying not to seem too intense as she looked them over.
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