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Post by ciarabryan on Mar 1, 2011 19:17:53 GMT -8
The truck whined as the key was slid from the ignition, sad that its voyage was no over. Ciara had to brace herself for the slight fall it took for her to reach the ground while leaping out of the Dodge diesel. Her eyes studied the well kept barn wonderingly. It was so different here compared to Ireland. Everything was slightly less organized, and people moved about without a care in the world. She frowned deeply, a loose bang of fiery hair swooshing into a dark green eye.
Pushing aside the thought and endless images of home, Ciara began the short tread it took to reach the barn at which her stallion was stalled. It didn't take her long to recognize the welcoming whinny that came from the great gray horse. His massive head bobbed up and down eagerly. Ciara laughed, wishing the enthusiastic greeting was for her, but knowing it was simply because Rebel was hungry for his daily peppermint. The lithe figure of the girl reached into the pocket of her tan, fitted breeches and pulled out a small round candy, unwrapping it and allowing the stallion to not-so-gingerly snatch it from her and crunch happily on the red and white treat. "Ready to work, lad?" The Irish twang her voice held was interesting, and definitely could be considered cute. She'd gotten the comment many times before.
Taking the time to slide the leather halter over the stallion's ears and correctly looping the stud chain around his muzzle to his cheek took a little time, due to the constant impatience of the energetic horse. It wasn't too long before she had him standing quietly in the cross ties, brushed down and tacked almost fully, his bridle hanging on the hoop next to him. The Ainsly saddle was fitted custom to the stallion's broad back, the five-point breastplate secured, girth tightened, and bridle awaiting placement. Ciara brushed away her bangs, and pushed the helmet down on her untamed braid of waves.
In nearly fifteen minutes to seven when Ciara was out in the arena, weaving between each jump, letting him get an eyeful of the colorfull jumps, as well as warm up his taut muscles. He rooted occasionally, begging for rein, but Ciara stayed relaxed, keeping a firm hold on the rubber reins, not allowing his unused energy to explode from underneath her. It took nearly forty five minutes to cool the stallion down, serpentines, circles, and changes of direction making up most if the ride. Daylight was fading quickly, and she knew she may have time to take the stallion over maybe four jumps before the sun was out of sight. Sighing, she made her way to rail to take a sip of the cool water she'd set on a post for herself.
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Post by brycecordell on Mar 2, 2011 4:33:23 GMT -8
and don't you dare say we can just be friends i'm not some boy that you can sway
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Bryce had spent most of his afternoon and the evening at the barn. Something he hadn’t been able to do in a while, since he’d been busy, only really being able to get out to Crossfire for an hour or so a day before having to leave again. Usually he was left with just enough time to work and care for Arnie but not enough time to do as much as he had wanted to.
He had taken the gelding on a long hack, partly for his benefit as well as his horses. He needed the quiet, the trails where he didn’t have to deal with people, space to clear his head. It just so happened that the trails provided that and Arnie was in need of a good long ride. It was around six thirty when he finally arrived back at the barn from the trails, heading straight into the stable to look after Arnie so he could put him out in the paddock for the night before it got dark.
Tethering Arnie outside his stall, he removed the gelding’s tack, replacing it into its rightful spot in the tack room before giving him a thorough grooming. Maybe he would go home after this, sleep for a few hours before getting up to go again. Or maybe he would actually stay in tonight – a rare occurrence, Charlie would be proud though. He didn’t know, whatever he did would probably just be a spur of the moment decision, as usual.
Finished with Arnie, he led him back outside. The light was starting to fade, but the red hair of a girl he had seen riding an Irish Draught in one of the arenas when he had arrived back at the barn was still out, stopped by the fence now to have a break. He had to wander past the arena to get to the paddock he wanted anyway, so once he was a short distance away from them, he stopped Arnie, nodding in the direction of her horse.
“He’s a nice mover.”
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