Post by εïз [new name comi on Mar 27, 2009 8:07:43 GMT -6
A quick pace tapped out on the cement flooring of the barn, small whickering squeeked from the bulky filly's throat as she followed the strange human that she had come to meet just a few months ago. Andrya's hand was grasped around the lead rope under the halter to keep a close hold on the filly, knowing she liked to go her own route if given the chance. She would be a good mount, Andy could tell, with a great brain and thick body, but it would be the getting there that would be work. Aroe pranced about, her back end weaving a bit behind them, not keeping a straight path. She was just two years old, though, so Andrya gave her the benefit of the doubt, not scoulding her for all her mistakes. If she did, well, Aroe would think scoulding was just how people talked.
The arena was occupied by a few other people and their good-natured horses as they rode about in warm-up circles. They all seemed so content with their rides, little did they know what force of nature was about to come barging through. Andy smiled at the thought, but still felt a tad guilty no matter how you think of it. Aroe perked up at the sight of new horses, whinnying her loud, high-pitched call at them, her sides bouncing with then end vibrato. She had a musical whinny, but not so musical enough as to not be annoying after awhile. Andy rolled her eyes. The older she would get, the more mature she would be and the whinnying would settle down. Instead, Andy fixed her left arm's hold on the blankets and tarp before continuing on her way inside of the ring.
Andrya set up the tarp on the ground laying it flat and spread out like a picnic blanket - a large, crinkly, gray picnic blanket. She dropped the folded blanket on the ground beside the wall. Turning to Aroe, she wiggled the lead a bit to get her attention again, the red roan mare's nose nuzzling the sand and snorting at strange scents. Her dial popped up at the lead, audits flipped at Andy, not sure what training was to be done today.
C'mere, Aroe.
Andy picked up the lead a bit, a pressure sent down to the halter of Aroe. Her head bent down automatically from the prior training before she walked forward, her eyes finding the dark sea of gray tarp. She fixated herself on the object, ears flipped up and forward in an intense curiosity as horses do. Andrya patted her neck for coming and then walked her forward to the tarp, Aroe's nose dropping the moment her hooves reached the very edges of the plastic.
Good girl.
Andy was quiet, trying to keep as little of a scene going as possible and also trying to keep her mare calm and cool as well. she sensed a tightening in the mare's muscles, reading the body posture before she even realized that she was reading it. Andy backed her off from the tarp, knowing Aroe was contemplating to turn and dash off. The first attempt would be out of some sort of mix of slight fear of the unknown and the fact she wasn't interested in knowing anyway.The second time she would dash off would be because she was terribly bored of whatever she had been afraid of moments ago. A quick learner, but a naughty one at that. Perhaps her name should have been Rebel.
Alright, let's do this again.
This time Andy led her toward the tarp, planning to cross over it. She had enough time to sniff it, now she would cross it. She walked onto the crunchy material, turning toward the stopped mare as Aroe watched her human walk onto it. She analyzed the amount of danger and the reaction of Andrya's face before testing it out for herself. Her first hoof fell neatly on the tarp in question before the other three folllowed suite.
Good girl.
Aroe walked forward a bit more, sniffing as she did, and then stopped by Andy, her head low and her ears aloof a bit. She looked rather bored all of a sudden until she realized that there were other horses in the vacinity. Aroe whinnied at them, cut off by the small yank of the lead to get her back to Andy and the tarp.
Well if you're bored with this, we'll step it up a notch. Let's make you sweat a bit.
Leading the filly off the tarp, she picked up the large, crinkly square and flapped it about, the noise snapping the quiet morning air in two. A couple riders, yelped at their horses, trying to settle the snorting animals. Andy flapped it at Aroe, who stood but raised her dial and bulged her eyes at the wild thing. When she relaxed a bit, Andy rubbed her and then flipped the tarp over her back, rubbing the tarp over her body. Aroe began to walk, tucking her tail before breaking into an awkward lope, turning in a circle around Andrya. She grunted with her ears back, Andy quietly calming the mare down and not stopping her rubbing the tarp over the mare's bare back. When Aroe did settle, it was only after twenty minutes of trotting and rubbing. Aroe stopped, sighed and licked her lips, allowing the tarp to be rubbed in a final circular motion over her sweating body.
Told you so.
Andy patted the horse's neck, realizing she hadn't even gotten to the blanket yet.
The arena was occupied by a few other people and their good-natured horses as they rode about in warm-up circles. They all seemed so content with their rides, little did they know what force of nature was about to come barging through. Andy smiled at the thought, but still felt a tad guilty no matter how you think of it. Aroe perked up at the sight of new horses, whinnying her loud, high-pitched call at them, her sides bouncing with then end vibrato. She had a musical whinny, but not so musical enough as to not be annoying after awhile. Andy rolled her eyes. The older she would get, the more mature she would be and the whinnying would settle down. Instead, Andy fixed her left arm's hold on the blankets and tarp before continuing on her way inside of the ring.
Andrya set up the tarp on the ground laying it flat and spread out like a picnic blanket - a large, crinkly, gray picnic blanket. She dropped the folded blanket on the ground beside the wall. Turning to Aroe, she wiggled the lead a bit to get her attention again, the red roan mare's nose nuzzling the sand and snorting at strange scents. Her dial popped up at the lead, audits flipped at Andy, not sure what training was to be done today.
C'mere, Aroe.
Andy picked up the lead a bit, a pressure sent down to the halter of Aroe. Her head bent down automatically from the prior training before she walked forward, her eyes finding the dark sea of gray tarp. She fixated herself on the object, ears flipped up and forward in an intense curiosity as horses do. Andrya patted her neck for coming and then walked her forward to the tarp, Aroe's nose dropping the moment her hooves reached the very edges of the plastic.
Good girl.
Andy was quiet, trying to keep as little of a scene going as possible and also trying to keep her mare calm and cool as well. she sensed a tightening in the mare's muscles, reading the body posture before she even realized that she was reading it. Andy backed her off from the tarp, knowing Aroe was contemplating to turn and dash off. The first attempt would be out of some sort of mix of slight fear of the unknown and the fact she wasn't interested in knowing anyway.The second time she would dash off would be because she was terribly bored of whatever she had been afraid of moments ago. A quick learner, but a naughty one at that. Perhaps her name should have been Rebel.
Alright, let's do this again.
This time Andy led her toward the tarp, planning to cross over it. She had enough time to sniff it, now she would cross it. She walked onto the crunchy material, turning toward the stopped mare as Aroe watched her human walk onto it. She analyzed the amount of danger and the reaction of Andrya's face before testing it out for herself. Her first hoof fell neatly on the tarp in question before the other three folllowed suite.
Good girl.
Aroe walked forward a bit more, sniffing as she did, and then stopped by Andy, her head low and her ears aloof a bit. She looked rather bored all of a sudden until she realized that there were other horses in the vacinity. Aroe whinnied at them, cut off by the small yank of the lead to get her back to Andy and the tarp.
Well if you're bored with this, we'll step it up a notch. Let's make you sweat a bit.
Leading the filly off the tarp, she picked up the large, crinkly square and flapped it about, the noise snapping the quiet morning air in two. A couple riders, yelped at their horses, trying to settle the snorting animals. Andy flapped it at Aroe, who stood but raised her dial and bulged her eyes at the wild thing. When she relaxed a bit, Andy rubbed her and then flipped the tarp over her back, rubbing the tarp over her body. Aroe began to walk, tucking her tail before breaking into an awkward lope, turning in a circle around Andrya. She grunted with her ears back, Andy quietly calming the mare down and not stopping her rubbing the tarp over the mare's bare back. When Aroe did settle, it was only after twenty minutes of trotting and rubbing. Aroe stopped, sighed and licked her lips, allowing the tarp to be rubbed in a final circular motion over her sweating body.
Told you so.
Andy patted the horse's neck, realizing she hadn't even gotten to the blanket yet.
