by e v e n t e r » Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:53 am
"Whoa, Ease, good boy." Cara soothed. She trotted Jet out of the dressage ring, and into one of the jump rings near the barn. She had seen a couple more people arrive, but the one girl looked snotty, so she didnt say anything. Nudging Jet's sides, the gelding went into an easy canter around the ring. Cara set Jethrow's Jury up easily to the first few fences, and was able to keep his striding just right. Of course, Jet being Jet, got overly excited, and bucked between the fences. Cara pulled up. She had ridden way worse than a simple buck. Jet flung his head up, and around, and as Cara took him to a fence, he quickened his stride, and hit the rails. "Geez killer." Cara said, half halting the gelding. She took him over a few Four foot jumps easily, and sighed in relief. Jet pranced around the ring, hyped up, as he chomped on the bit. Cara rolled her eyes, and took him around a four foot three course.
⊰ Somewhere behind the rider you've вᴇcoмᴇ,
the hours of ᴘᴙʌcтɪcᴇ you've put in, the coaches that have ᴘυsнᴇᴅ yoυ,
the fences you've нɪт, the bones you've вᴙoκᴇɴ, the hard falls you've тʌκᴇɴ,
the loɴɢ ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ , the sнoᴙт ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ, the cнɪᴘ, the sтᴙɪᴅᴇs,
the ᴇqυɪтʌтɪoɴ, the sᴡᴇʌт, the тᴇʌᴙs, the вlooᴅ, the вlɪsтᴇᴙs,
the ᴙɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ jᴇʌɴs, the ᴡool jʌcκᴇтs on 100 degree sυммᴇᴙ ᴅʌys,
the lʌмᴇ horse, the cᴙʌzy horse, the "ʌᴙᴇ yoυ sᴇᴙɪoυs?" horse, and ᴇvᴇᴙyтнɪɴɢ in between...
soмᴇᴡнᴇᴙᴇ behind all this is the little girl who fᴇll ɪɴ lovᴇ with the нoᴙsᴇ,
the sᴘoᴙт, and the ɪᴅᴇʌ and ɴᴇvᴇᴙ looκᴇᴅ вʌcκ. ⊱
⊰ ᴇvᴇɴтɪɴɢ ⊱