Post by horsesrock on Nov 24, 2006 13:43:54 GMT -5
The sky up ahead hardly held a ray of light as overcast clouds pulled the sky into dimness. Caitlin looked up towards it, hoping it would not rain on them, at least, not yet. She sighed as she pushed a strand of brunette hair behind her ear. It had been bothering her. The eighteen year old watched as other riders passed by, going to the trails or to the arenas. She, on the other hand, was going to lunge Faith before she even jumped on her.
Faith was close at hand, doing a jig at the end of the lead line. She danced as her tail jigged along with her as they walked towards the round pen to let her run around to get some of this pent-up energy out before going to practice their barrel racing. Of course, she should have her energy. But once you got on her if she was like this, she wanted to bolt, just to run around and around like a crazy fool. And yet, after she was done running around, she still had energy left over to act like a bonehead. But she still loved her quarter horse.
She remembered her first Quarter horse. He had been gentle, very sweet, and so calm and quiet. He had been the one that she could just ride around and around and he wouldn't freak at anything. And then he got too old and was retired. Then she got a Thoroughbred when she changed to English, and that mare had been fiesty and a challenge, and she absolutely loved it. And that's why she had this crazy mare. 'Cause she loved a challenge, and of course, they were great friends.
Closing the gate behind her when they actually made it into the pen, she hooked the bright red lungeline that was wrapped around her shoulder onto the halter of the bay mare. Unhooking the blue lead line, she tossed it over one of the posts before finally walking out to the middle. It seemed it didn't even take a prodding to get her to get going around the circle. Going into a fast trot, she held that gate as she gazed at her surroundings boredly before finally moving into a canter, her black mane and tail floating behind her. Cait stood in the middle, holding onto the lungeline as she circled around and around, waiting to change directions with her.
Faith was close at hand, doing a jig at the end of the lead line. She danced as her tail jigged along with her as they walked towards the round pen to let her run around to get some of this pent-up energy out before going to practice their barrel racing. Of course, she should have her energy. But once you got on her if she was like this, she wanted to bolt, just to run around and around like a crazy fool. And yet, after she was done running around, she still had energy left over to act like a bonehead. But she still loved her quarter horse.
She remembered her first Quarter horse. He had been gentle, very sweet, and so calm and quiet. He had been the one that she could just ride around and around and he wouldn't freak at anything. And then he got too old and was retired. Then she got a Thoroughbred when she changed to English, and that mare had been fiesty and a challenge, and she absolutely loved it. And that's why she had this crazy mare. 'Cause she loved a challenge, and of course, they were great friends.
Closing the gate behind her when they actually made it into the pen, she hooked the bright red lungeline that was wrapped around her shoulder onto the halter of the bay mare. Unhooking the blue lead line, she tossed it over one of the posts before finally walking out to the middle. It seemed it didn't even take a prodding to get her to get going around the circle. Going into a fast trot, she held that gate as she gazed at her surroundings boredly before finally moving into a canter, her black mane and tail floating behind her. Cait stood in the middle, holding onto the lungeline as she circled around and around, waiting to change directions with her.