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Post by victoria alexandra benson on Jan 10, 2011 13:48:26 GMT -8
 wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything?-------------------------------------------------------------------"Easy, easy," Victoria whispered in a soft, understanding voice. Belmont was always quite the spazz, but it seemed as if in this new barn he was over the top spazzy. He didn't want to be in Texas as much as Victoria didn't want to be here. Well, thats how she thought of it anyway. She left Belmont over to the mounting block, bringing down the stirrups on her soft, Antares saddle. She stepped up the mounting block steps, Belmont chomping on his happy mouth snaffle. "Calm down, you're okay. I know it smells like cow manure and you have to be stabled with cow horses, but I guess it could be worse. At least there are other jumpers around," she muttered, putting the toe of her custom field boots into her Sprenger stirrup, and gently swinging her leg over, letting Monty prance away before settling herself all the way into her saddle.
After she picked up her right stirrup, she let the reins go loose, setting her manicured hand ontop of Monty's wither. Monty was always a little over the top, a tall off the track Thoroughbred, whom was more than spirited sometimes, but once he got settled he could care less about life. He was odd, but he jumped the moon and she was okay with that. The big chestnuts legs were in sheep-wool equitation boots, a havanah figure eight bridle, and a standing martingale. Victoria was only planning to do flat today, maybe just walk trot over trot poles. Belmont, Othello, and O'Reillys Luck had only just arrived in the horse transporter yesterday night. She really wanted her horses to settle before she started doing major arena action.
Victoria herself was dressed in a grey checkered cotton, low rise breeches, with a sparkly black belt wrapped around her thin waist and a hot pink and white stripped polo tucked in at the waist. She had a light jacked on, and her hair was prestinely tucked under the schooling helmet. Her black gloves with hot pink seams curled around the soft leather reins, and silver blunt spurs with leather spur straps and silver tips, accented her boots. She always seemed to match, no matter what. Just like all her horses, she was kind of a perfectionest, and if one hair was out of place it was not good enough.
Victorias hazel eyes glanced around the barn area, it was really big, but it was so intergrated. Ropers, reiners, barrel racers, jumpers, hunters, and race horses were together in most barns, except the racers were in another barn. She really wanted her old hunter jumper barn back, where every warmblood and thoroughbred was fully clipped, braided, and blanketed all the time. No shaggy horses in the pastures, everything was beautiful in Virginia, everything was nearly perfect. Though Victoria never had many friends, she had also never felt more alone in her life than here in Texas. Victoria shook her head and gathered her reins, gently nudging Monty to get him into a collected trot around the arena. He rolled his head into a collected trot, bridleing nearly perfect, except for when he would snort at something weird in the arena, and trot sideways.
Victoria sank into her heels, using her right leg with her spur on his side when he would duck sideways around a random pole or jump standard. She knew if she asked him to jump, it would be a different story, but he was hot and just walked to run around. She could feel his muscles ripple underneat her fleeceworks pad, but she would stay square and focused. Even when he wanted to buck, it wasn't anything bad. She would just kick him on and everything would be nearly back to normal. After doing a few circles at a trot both ways, Victoria stopped along the rail and hopped off, starting to set up trot poles. She didn't care if anyone else needed the arena for another event. She got here first, so they could deal until she left. -------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by pashadow on Jan 10, 2011 14:50:18 GMT -8
 "Good boy." Aliki patted her gelding's neck and smiled. He was a happy boy, happy hear and everywhere else. It was strange though, he had been acting weird. Something about this new place and this new attitude had changed him. It wasn't a bad change, but it was a change. Aliki sighed and opened the gate to the arena. She was careful of the other rider and made sure she stayed out of the way.
Bringing Avalon into the arena, she stopped and checked his girth, pulled out his legs and the stirrups. Everything was clean, everything seemed perfect, just the way she liked it. She nodded and, happy with her achievement of getting her horse clean, placed her foot into the left stirrup, counted to three then jumped. She was up into her smooth saddle. The feeling of the saddle and the reins in her hands were comforting, just the thing she needed.
With a click and a tap of the heels, Avalon moved on at a walk. Aliki loosened her reins, giving Avalon the chance to stretch and get warmed up. After a few circles, careful to avoid the other rider and her horse, she pressed her heels into her gelding's sides once and he was trotting. He was careful and graceful, just the way he always was. He was a show off, and Aliki had to admit that.
It wasn't long before she had to check her heels and push them down again. Her one true weakness was her heels, and of course her hands that never seemed to stay where they were supposed to. A few half passes and circles never did any harm, it was, after all, just a warm up.
With everything that was going on, Aliki had had only a few minutes to think before she had moved. Before all this had started, she had been normal. But why had she decided to move to Texas when the rest of her family was still in Florida? Then again, she wasn't sure whether either of her brothers had stayed in Florida. Maybe one of them had fallowed her and left. There must have been someone in her family that thought the same way she did.
Aliki shook her head, not realizing that Avalon was now walking, and then stopping. That's what she got for thinking while she should be focusing. That was why she was riding, to find something to focus on, other than whatever her thoughts had been on. Writing? No. Family? No. She didn't really want to think, maybe talk, but she wasn't much of a conversation starter. She sighed and rested for a moment, taking her feet out of the stirrups.
"Well boy, we need to get lives." And that was the decision. |
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Post by victoria alexandra benson on Jan 10, 2011 21:36:19 GMT -8
When Victoria rode, she barely noticed what was around her, unless it was completely obvious to what was going on. She was soft handed in her horses frothy mouth, never over-reacting to his shannanogans. She was used to him, and rode with as much poise as she could muster. Even when she was just hacking or practicing, she always made sure her posture was first place, A show worthy. Years and years of $70 an hour lessons, go her body into a nearly perfect positing, from her highly sunken heels, to her square shoulders. She was a perfectionest, and when she had a lead change when she shouldn't because her body switched position, she would take it very hard on herself.
Victoria had barely noticed the girl, that was a slight bit older then herself, on the big grey horse. Once she had finally looked over, after dismounting off her horse, she noticed the girl looked lost in thought. Victoria was very much a people watcher. She would go to a coffee shop, order a soy latte, and just watch the people that came in and out. It was really pretty entertaining. You never know what rediculous things people do, untill you watch them from afar. It was kind of creepy if you think about it, but Victoria was not good at reacting with people. You could say she was less than social.
She took her reins over Monty's head and into her hand, she did not "4H" horses, as her grandfather used to yell when she led a horse without bringing the reins over it's head. She took the poles from the jump cups, rolling about 6 out to make trot poles, the right legenth for her Thoroughbreds legs. She walked them twice, touching a few with the toe of her boot to roll them just a slight bit more. She nodded at her work, before walking her horse back towards the girl, noticing now that she was stopped and just starting; at her or space? She was not completely sure.
"Uh, do you need something?" She asked, scratching her neck and stopping near the other girl.
[ooc/ sorry it sucks ): I am sick and couldn't think straight] |
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