Post by Sudsies on Nov 17, 2006 23:29:19 GMT -5
The mare was breathing easily, no signs of stress as she cantered steadily in a circle at the end of the lunge line. She topped 16 hands by two inches, her coat bright bay and her eyes intelligent. A boy held the other end of the lunge. At sixteen, he stood fairly short at 5'8", his curly brown hair flopping down into his eyes. He was good looking and with those good looks had come a certain amount of arrogance. He tended to be cocky, brimming with overconfidence. The name given to him was Liam. His mare he had dubbed Azalea, Azzi for short. She was his pride and joy, the only thing he really cared about besides winning. At 12 years old, the large Holstiener was in top shape, the two of them competing in numerous competitions at the height of 3'6".
Clucking to Azzi, Liam flicked the end of the lunge whip he held in his right hand, encouraging the mare to pick up her pace a little. The bay extended her canter, long strides eating up the ground beneath her hooves. Getting excited, she gave a small buck, kicking her heels up into the air and spraying dirt everywhere. "Whoa," Liam called harshly and the mare dropped down to a trot, lowering her head with her nose bent slightly to the inside. "Whoa," The boy called out once more, tugging on the lunge line slightly. Azzi dropped to a walk, then a halt and stood calmly, waiting for his next direction. Walking towards her, Liam pulled a piece of carrot out of his pocket, coiling up the lunge rein as he went. It was time to go in.
