Post by finch on Feb 24, 2009 15:16:37 GMT -6
Trees, and green, and brown, and leaves, and bushes, and fences, and signs, and dirt, and road, and grinding sounds...
Sydney took it all in, and more. Her small head bounced against the window of her father's old green pick-up. Her eyes watched all the flickering images pass by the glass, like a movie in fast forward. Her ears told her that her father was driving slowly, the tires grinding a bit sluggishly against the dirt under its rubber. Couldn't he be fast, just for today?
And, ah, the day it would be. Behind her fathers truck was a trailer, all hooked up. A two horse, battered, second hand trailer her father was renting to bring Lizzie up here. Presently, Sydney heard whinnying and braying coming out of the trailer, and a frown overtook her usually smiling, happy features. You see, Sydney and Lizzie were a match made in heaven, and Lizzie's pain was Sydney's pain. If only the drive wasn't so long... Sydney would have rode or walked Lizzie up here if she had too. Lizzie hated trailers, and she wouldn't have gotten on if Sydney hadn't been there with her. At least they would be there soon...
"Dad? Sydney said suddenly, turning her head away from the window to look at her father.
Her father was sitting in the drivers seat, obviously, both his hands placed firmly on the steering wheel, and his foot barely resting on the gas. A safe man, and honest man, he loved his daughter to death. Loved her so much that watching her do the one thing that made her happiest, riding, caused him too much pain to word. For, the thing Sydney enjoyed could get her hurt, or even killed. It was hard to think about. Mr. Deliahl wore a fine looking suit, because after he dropped Sydney off with the horse, he was off to a meeting. Presently, he jumped at the sound of his daughter's chiming voice suprised him.
"Yes?" He breathed out quietly. Mr. Deliahl wasn't a loud man. He hardly ever raised his voice.
"How long till we get there?" Sydney cocked her head to one side and tried to look innocent. Her father didn't like to be rushed.
"You've already asked this," her father scolded her, glancing his eyes off the road for a brief second to send her a warning glare, "And the answer is still..."
Just then, they saw the road that led to Southern Blue Stables as clear as day, straight ahead of them.
"We're here!" Sydney sat erect and bounced up and down in her seat, her smile returned. Here? At Southern Blue Stables? Now? A thousand questions brewed in her mind. Would people like her? Was she considered young and inexperienced? Would she be treated nicely? What if she got lost? But the main question in her mind: Would Lizzie mind it here?
Before these questions even made sense to her in her mind, the truck and trailer were parked in the parking lot, the end facing the main barn.
Immediantly, Sydney flew the door to the pick-up open and jumped outside. Already clad in riding apparel-breeches, tall boots, and spurs-she felt ready to go! Sydney rushed to the end of the trailer, opened the back, ran up to the front toward Lizzie, and already had her halfway out before her father was even out of the car.
When Lizzie was standing on solid ground, the small standardbred started to look around, bewildered. Where was she? Before she could panic, Sydney was stroking her and patting her, cooing to her and telling her it was fine. Knowing she was right at once, Lizzie bent her black head down and placed it into Sydney's chest.
Maxwell Deliahl watched this pure and innocent moment, but could help frowning a bit. Sure, this horse seemed trustworthy now. But what would happen when Sydney was on her back? Would she decide to throw her off? But before Mr. Deliahl could dwell too deep into these thoughts, Sydney was addressing him.
"...and the saddle and tack Dad? In the back of the truck? Hello-o Da-ad..." Sydney reached out toward him, but he snapped back to reality.
"I'll get it. The saddle and pridle..."
"Bridle, Dad. With a B?"
"Of course, yeah..."
Sydney sighed while rubbing behind Lizzie's ear. Her dad wasn't really in to her hobby. He dropped her off and carried her stuff. Good as that was... it would be nice to share her bliss with him. But he had gotten her Lizzie, hadn't he?
"Suppose we should give him that, huh Liz..." Sydney murmured to the horse. She snorted in agreement.
"Got it!" her father emerged from the truck again, this time carrying an armful of leather gear, metal gadgets, and other odd riding equipment that he didn't know the names for. Sydney took the gear into her arms, while still grasping Lizzie's lead rope, and headed off to the barn.
"Thanks dad!"
Mr. Deliahl got in his car and drove away reluctantly. But soon, his mind was on the meeting ahead, and his worrying was stored for another time.
Meanwhile, Sydney was walking down the barn isle with Lizzie, looking for her stall. Upon reaching it, she slid open the door leading into it, and seeing it was already well made with shavings and saw dust, lead Lizzie in. The black pony gave a snort and a bray when Sydney walked away, but she knew her beloved owner wouldn't dilberatly put her in danger.
After placing all her tack in the tack room, and wiping off the sweat from her brow (the heat was thick and almost unbearable), she returned to Lizzie and sat in front of her stall, thinking.
She was here. And she was ready to rock!
{ooc;; response posts can be millions of times shorter then this. I was just having a OMG LOTSA MUSE!!11!!! moment. xDD}
Sydney took it all in, and more. Her small head bounced against the window of her father's old green pick-up. Her eyes watched all the flickering images pass by the glass, like a movie in fast forward. Her ears told her that her father was driving slowly, the tires grinding a bit sluggishly against the dirt under its rubber. Couldn't he be fast, just for today?
And, ah, the day it would be. Behind her fathers truck was a trailer, all hooked up. A two horse, battered, second hand trailer her father was renting to bring Lizzie up here. Presently, Sydney heard whinnying and braying coming out of the trailer, and a frown overtook her usually smiling, happy features. You see, Sydney and Lizzie were a match made in heaven, and Lizzie's pain was Sydney's pain. If only the drive wasn't so long... Sydney would have rode or walked Lizzie up here if she had too. Lizzie hated trailers, and she wouldn't have gotten on if Sydney hadn't been there with her. At least they would be there soon...
"Dad? Sydney said suddenly, turning her head away from the window to look at her father.
Her father was sitting in the drivers seat, obviously, both his hands placed firmly on the steering wheel, and his foot barely resting on the gas. A safe man, and honest man, he loved his daughter to death. Loved her so much that watching her do the one thing that made her happiest, riding, caused him too much pain to word. For, the thing Sydney enjoyed could get her hurt, or even killed. It was hard to think about. Mr. Deliahl wore a fine looking suit, because after he dropped Sydney off with the horse, he was off to a meeting. Presently, he jumped at the sound of his daughter's chiming voice suprised him.
"Yes?" He breathed out quietly. Mr. Deliahl wasn't a loud man. He hardly ever raised his voice.
"How long till we get there?" Sydney cocked her head to one side and tried to look innocent. Her father didn't like to be rushed.
"You've already asked this," her father scolded her, glancing his eyes off the road for a brief second to send her a warning glare, "And the answer is still..."
Just then, they saw the road that led to Southern Blue Stables as clear as day, straight ahead of them.
"We're here!" Sydney sat erect and bounced up and down in her seat, her smile returned. Here? At Southern Blue Stables? Now? A thousand questions brewed in her mind. Would people like her? Was she considered young and inexperienced? Would she be treated nicely? What if she got lost? But the main question in her mind: Would Lizzie mind it here?
Before these questions even made sense to her in her mind, the truck and trailer were parked in the parking lot, the end facing the main barn.
Immediantly, Sydney flew the door to the pick-up open and jumped outside. Already clad in riding apparel-breeches, tall boots, and spurs-she felt ready to go! Sydney rushed to the end of the trailer, opened the back, ran up to the front toward Lizzie, and already had her halfway out before her father was even out of the car.
When Lizzie was standing on solid ground, the small standardbred started to look around, bewildered. Where was she? Before she could panic, Sydney was stroking her and patting her, cooing to her and telling her it was fine. Knowing she was right at once, Lizzie bent her black head down and placed it into Sydney's chest.
Maxwell Deliahl watched this pure and innocent moment, but could help frowning a bit. Sure, this horse seemed trustworthy now. But what would happen when Sydney was on her back? Would she decide to throw her off? But before Mr. Deliahl could dwell too deep into these thoughts, Sydney was addressing him.
"...and the saddle and tack Dad? In the back of the truck? Hello-o Da-ad..." Sydney reached out toward him, but he snapped back to reality.
"I'll get it. The saddle and pridle..."
"Bridle, Dad. With a B?"
"Of course, yeah..."
Sydney sighed while rubbing behind Lizzie's ear. Her dad wasn't really in to her hobby. He dropped her off and carried her stuff. Good as that was... it would be nice to share her bliss with him. But he had gotten her Lizzie, hadn't he?
"Suppose we should give him that, huh Liz..." Sydney murmured to the horse. She snorted in agreement.
"Got it!" her father emerged from the truck again, this time carrying an armful of leather gear, metal gadgets, and other odd riding equipment that he didn't know the names for. Sydney took the gear into her arms, while still grasping Lizzie's lead rope, and headed off to the barn.
"Thanks dad!"
Mr. Deliahl got in his car and drove away reluctantly. But soon, his mind was on the meeting ahead, and his worrying was stored for another time.
Meanwhile, Sydney was walking down the barn isle with Lizzie, looking for her stall. Upon reaching it, she slid open the door leading into it, and seeing it was already well made with shavings and saw dust, lead Lizzie in. The black pony gave a snort and a bray when Sydney walked away, but she knew her beloved owner wouldn't dilberatly put her in danger.
After placing all her tack in the tack room, and wiping off the sweat from her brow (the heat was thick and almost unbearable), she returned to Lizzie and sat in front of her stall, thinking.
She was here. And she was ready to rock!
{ooc;; response posts can be millions of times shorter then this. I was just having a OMG LOTSA MUSE!!11!!! moment. xDD}