Post by emma on Sept 27, 2010 2:34:19 GMT -8
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CAN WE PRETEND AIRPLANES IN THE NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS
( i could really use a wish right now )
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She wasn’t going to school. She wasn’t interested in learning anything from her teachers today, her “nanny” was aware Emma had smiled sweetly and told the lady whose English was poor not to answer the phones today and that school had been cancelled. She lazed around, watched a few episodes of america’s next top model she had pvred and laughed along with Beth. The Pilipino lady was the only company Emma had and the two got along pretty decently when it came to American tv, they laughed at Jersey shore and critiqued each pose, the hills re-runs were always a good morning too. Emma wanted to be a model, what she needed to do was grow a few more inches at least she gave herself the benefit of the doubt and was well practised in posing and walking herself. Bidding goodbye to Beth wearing her barn jeans, a blue tank and with her iphone in hand her driver was waiting at the end of the drive. They stopped at starbucks, it was 10 o’clock now and the teen was getting a little hungry. She ordered her usual and they were on their way again, leaving her garbage in the car she bid Robert goodbye and strode into the barn. It was much cooler inside than it was outside, her mare’s stall had its own personal fan as well and Sassy was basking in the fresh air it shot out. Emma’s presence pulled the horse from her trance, she stepped forward sticking her head over the half open stall. Emma smiled to the horse, dropping a kiss on her nose she spoke sweetly.
"Come on sweetheart let’s go to work."
With one earphone playing music Emma headed to the tack room, she was getting her work tack she had already decided to ride western today, it was visible in her apparel. The spurs clinked quietly with each step she took, hauling back her western work saddle and bridal she sat them on the rack next to the mare’s tack box out front of her stall. She pulled the mare’s light fly sheet off her back before slipping her name plated leather halter over her head and leading her out into the aisle way. Emma didn’t crosstie the mare, she didn’t tie at all actually, well she ground tied and that was about it. Dropping the leather lead on the ground the mare was parked like a statue and Emma got to work. The mare was brushed down, her legs were wrapped and work saddle secured in place. Slipping gloves on Emma pulled off the leather halter, hung it on the hook outside Sass’s stall and slipped on her work bridle. The mare wasn’t wearing sliders right now, Emma had planned to take her back and work on more of her collection and slowing things back up for the circuit pleasure classes. Sass found her pleasure classes way more work and less enjoyable than her patterns, it was something Emma worked on all the time with Sassy. Over the winter she had done some hunter work with the mare, she had a natural long stride and was a nice mover but she was certainly a western horse over a hunter, the work over fences had made Emma consider asking for a warmblood of some sort for her birthday, well that and a car of her own of course. Walking to the arena she spoke to her mare again.
"Sassypants, just do your job right away and this won’t take long. "
The mare liked to get contracted when doing western, collecting herself but losing momentum at the same time. The spurs on her heel were there for a reason, Emma needed to use her seat and thighs more and her reins less, it was the way the horse was trained realistically Emma didn’t even need her reins. The mare had a head set, she never pushed or leaned on the bit once with an overly sensitive face her bit was simple and forgiving for when Emma screwed up. To the center was where she was headed, flipping her reins over her mare’s neck she checked her cinch, tightened it a little and sprung up. Gosh she was hot already, at least she wasn’t outside holy it would be boiling out there by now at least the barn was shaded well ventilated and cool, it made working her horse possible around this time of day. Sitting up she gathered her reins though kept a loop in them, squeezing her legs on the mare lightly Sass dropped her head and headed off at a walk. Keeping her ribs up with a poke of her spur Emma ran through a mental checklist, the mare was a perfectionist and demanded to be ridden like one and by one. With her i-pod in one ear Emma sat up straight and into her pockets, her legs were kept still and with a soft contact. Keeping a few feet off the rail she forced the mare to be straight independently right away, she was soft and forward though in a western manner of course. Finishing a few circles bending the mare’s ribcage with her legs she urged the mare on. Not touching her face at all she sent her into a working trot, posting out she let the mare stretch her back and get moving before she had to collect up. Used to the routine the mare took to the long flowing trot with ease and snorted almost instantly, her mouth foamed as well. Emma smirked, she didn’t doubt they were pretty picture perfect as a quarter horse hunter well with the exception of the tack of course.
• WORDS: 948
• TAGGED: open/luke
• OUTFIT: outfit & tack
• MUSIC: empire state of mind
• NOTES: mehcrap.
• LYRICS: b.o.b. - airplanes
• CREDIT: holly @ caution