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Post by Taylor Westin on Nov 7, 2012 0:19:55 GMT -6
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His parents had called long-distance last week. If he was honest he hadn't wanted to take the call. It had only been two weeks since his return from the funeral and when he saw the number part of him was almost afraid to answer it. The last thing he wanted to hear was more bad news. He'd cautiously answered the phone and had been relieved to simply hear his mother's sweet voice. He was suddenly hit with a wave of homesickness, but he swallowed it as he chit-chatted with his mom. Eventually she'd gotten to the reason for her call. He heard her voice lift in excitement, when she'd voiced that they had just shipped a special package to him. He had tried to weasel the information out of her, but to no avail...he was surprised. It wasn't often that his mom could withstand his charms...so it must have been a big surprise. He had shook his head and let the issue go as she'd passed the cell to his dad.
They chatted and his dad gave him the date the package would arrive and then they'd hung up. He'd woken up this Saturday to a call from the front office asking for his presence immediately at the barns, in the round pen. He'd jumped out of bed and thrown on yesterday's ridding habit as he anxiously thought the worst. There had to of been something wrong with Belvedere!!! He knew he should have stopped by his stall again last night...his mind raced through every worst possible scenario as he bolted out of his dorm, thundered down the stairs and raced outside all the way to the barns. He raced through the White Oak Barn and over to Drake's stall. The bay Hanoverian lifted his head lazily from his stall floor, having been on the hunt for dropped feed and hay. Taylor was instantly confused. Why did he need to go to the round pen when Drake was here in his stall?
Confused, he patted Drake and walked interestedly over to the round pen. What he saw nearly sent him into shock. There in the ring was a dazzling chestnut gelding. He saw the men that had delivered the horse smiling. Speechless, he walked over eyes glued on the dancing chestnut that one of the men held. Sir are you Taylor Westin? He nodded still quite unable to wrap his mind what was happening....Your parents purchased this guy for you form Belgium. His name is Eudaimonia and he's a ten year old Oldenburg...and he's all yours. Taylor just stood like an idiot. The men chuckled. The papers and registration your parents have mailed and should be in your mailbox. All of his pedigree papers and such will be there. He specializes in Dressage and Show Jumping. Have fun with him. The two men laughed as the one motioned for the boy to come take the lead. Taylor was on automatic pilot as he walked forward and opened the gate and walked in slowly taking the lead.
The gelding eyed the boy and shied slightly. The sudden motion, quickly forced him to come to his senses as he whispered to the the horse. The gelding cooled momentarily as boy and horse took each other in. The other man walked out of the ring and draped placed a lunge line nearby before joining his partner. They loaded up the trailer and pulled the rig out disappearing from sight, leaving a show down of horse and boy. Mom and Dad shouldn't have surprised me like this...how do they know if we're even compatible...and you just look soo....expensive...and fantastic... He was rambling and he knew it and in this moment he was glad he was facing a horse and not a human because they would surely think him an idiot. The chestnut stood tall and alert, nares flared as he took in all the sights and scents. The poor guy had had a long trip and had to be on overload. He looked over at the lunge line and smiled. What better way to calm a horse than lunging?? Besides, it would allow him to see the gelding in action and simultaneously allow the gelding to stretch his legs...He also HAD to come up with a nickname for this guy because his name was darn near impossible to say... Darn Belgians and their names...He moved slightly and the chestnut followed as Taylor grabbed the lunge line and clipped it to the chestnut's halter, unclipping the lead line and draping it on the fence. He unfurled the lunge line and sent the chestnut out to the edges as he took his place in the middle. The chestnut stood watching the boy as if deciding whether or not he actually had to listen....Taylor quickly lifted his voice and called out Walk! and flicked the end of the lunge line sending the gelding into a free walk. He watched closely the natural and relaxed four beat gait. He quickly noticed his poll was lower than the the withers...his form was naturally fantastic and he got a trill of excitement. The gelding kept his eye on Taylor as each grew more and more accustomed to one another. This was like Christmas...
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