Post by Savannah Grace Paxson on Dec 23, 2012 16:09:34 GMT -6
[/b][/center][/i][/blockquote]Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Savannah sat aboard Toby, her project OTTB whom she had brought a long way already, and hoped to take even farther this year. She set her eyes upon the magnificent arena, it's dark sand, spacious layout, and plentiful jumps. She just couldn't get enough of it. She asked her gelding for a walk and lead him inside, keeping towards the edges so she could survey the jumps, just to make sure they weren't too high for this fairly green warm blood. She loved to jump, and so did her boy, but she knew that even the best had their limits.
She adjusted her stirrup leathers as the gelding walked about the arena, getting adjusted to the footing and waiting as patiently as he could. She replaced her fingers on her braided leather reins and returned her perfectly polished boots to the irons, before giving the gelding a squeeze and asking for a trot, letting him pick up the pace as she posted on the correct diagonal, moving with him as they covered ground along the edges of the immense arena. She wondered if this was where they held competitions when a show was held at the school. She'd yet to see or hear about a horse show since she'd gotten here, so she hoped one would happen soon.
After making it a full lap, she decided it was time to pick up the pace again, this time to a nice canter. Toby was on the bit today, which was the best feeling she could explain. She smiled lightly to herself before guiding him to a smaller jump to get him warmed up, and four strides later, she slid her hands up his neck, until they were directly under her chin as she leaned forward, balancing with her forearms and keeping her back straight. She smiled as they landed and Toby gave out a small kick, letting her know that he was feeling good. "Glad to hear it, bud." She smiled to him before turning towards a line of 3 footers.
