Here We Go! {Ren/Jason}

[eryn]

Easy girl, easy.

The soft, sweet voice floated from lips of the woman on a dancing palomino. Her small hand were calm on the reins, her thin body as deep and still in the saddle as the beautiful blonde could make it. It still didn't do much help. The palomino danced and pranced under her, tossing her head, wanting to go. Now. The thin, long legs of the mare were never still, her lithe body constantly moving, her beautifully shaped head tossing and tugging at the bit. She wanted to go. She tossed her vibrant mane, her golden pelt - with it's few white splatters - slid over lean muscles. This mare was built for speed and tight turns, and that's what she was good at and what she loved. And now her stupid rider wasn't letting her do what she loved.

And Eryn wasn't about to. She needed to teach the mare how to wait, or at least not get so worked up so she blew herself out. If Eryn let her, the mare would work herself to death and not be able to run when the girl needed her to. Plus, it was just bad for the mare. The woman's blue eyes focused on the ring in front of her. The pair was positioned in one of the ends of Arena 2, a clover leaf pattern of blue barrels sat in the thick sand. Eryn had warmed the mare up, even though Eryn had to battle with her to keep her under control. It's not like Sunny was a huge handful, she was just rearing to go - pardon the pun. She wouldn't actually rear; the mare was too much of a lady for that.

So they stood there, never moving from the spot, but the majestic equine under the blonde woman working and prancing. Many people said that Sunny was Eryn in horse form, which made the 23 year old laugh because, well, it was kind of true. Both were happy and bubbly and energetic. They also looked alike - Eryn being blonde and thin and beautiful, Sunny being a slender well built palomino. It was amazing that they had found each other.

The natural beauty took in a deep breath, readying herself to let the anxious mare under her go. Sunny quieted beneath her for a moment, knowing what was to come. Eryn leaned forward slightly, her arm shooting forward, relinquishing all pressure from the palomino's mouth. There was a split moment of stillness as the mare rocked back, then burst forward, her pent up energy rocketing her toward the first barrel. The mare's body sped forward, Eryn barely guiding her. The mare knew what was going on, she knew the pattern, and she wanted to run it. Her golden body bent around the barrel, slowing down to make the turn as sharp as possible. The loose dirt of the arena sprayed around the equine as she pivoted around the barrel, Eryn making sure her leg didn't bump it.

They then went to the next barrel, the rider urging the mare on by habit. She didn't need it at all. The palomino changed leads then took the next turn as neatly as the other, curving tightly around the barrel. The mare came out of the turn and powered toward the third and last barrel, Eryn caught up in the adrenaline, urging the mare that needed no urging. They were a team, one unit, as the rounded the third barrel then came blasting out of the turn a tad wide. Eryn didn't even need to use any cues to tell the thoroughbred quarter horse cross to go faster. The mare was a flash going down the last line, Eryn leaning forward, molding herself to the equine, moving with her.

They crossed the invisible line together, and Eryn sat up, pulling back on the reins, signaling Sunny to slow down. The mare did, but not without a fuss, tossing her head and slowing down grudgingly. A bright smile adorned the woman's face as she reached down and gave the mare's golden neck several large, hearty pats. That's a good girl, Sunny. That's a good girl. The blonde said almost breathlessly. Her heart was pounding, the adrenaline still running though her system. It had been a quick ride, about 15 or so seconds, but it was enough to get Eryn excited and happy. She loved doing this as much as her mare did. Want to go again? She asked the palomino as the equine pranced and tossed her head. It was almost a stupid question - you could tell just by looking at the sleek creature that she was ready for another round.

[rendezvous]

Jason had only been in this town for a week or so, however he had wanted to get back into training his horses as soon as possible. The Texas born and raised cowboy was familar with the landscape of the lone star state, so the heat didn't really bother him much or his horses for that matter. The young man in his early twenties had two horses, each specializing in something different. To begin with, he had his beloved Quarter Horse stallion, whom was an all rounder, specializing in both western events and a few english events. Jason wanted his stallion to be an exceptional breeding horse sometime later in life, but right now his horse, being three years, still had alot to learn. His other horse, a Thoroughbred, was a energetic ball of fire, being a racehorse, Jason still had alot to do with that young stallion, for his mind was going in a million directons at one time.

For today however, Jason was going to work with his palomino stallion, Jet. The stallion had a good set of bloodlines backing him up. From prosperous barrel racing studs such as Firewaterontherocks and Frenchman's Guy, to cow bred horses such as Doc Bar and Poco Bueno. The horse had a lot going for him, but don't all horses of his breed? Jason whistled softly to himself as he walked into the barn to fetch his stallion. As he reached the stall of his stallion Jet, he was greeted by an excited nicker from the horse. "Hey boy, ready to for a ride?" He asked, laughing as the horse bobbed his head energetically. He opened the stall door, and quickly tacked up his horse, tightening the girth at the end. He placed the curb bit into the horse's mouth and made sure that the bridle was secure. "Alright, lets go to the arena"

The sunlight beamed off of the palomino's muscular coat, the horse wasn't exceptionally tall, being fifteen three, but he was big enough. Jason looked up as they approached the outdoor arena. His horse snorted when he noticed another horse within the arena. As the pair reached the arena, Jason noticed a horse and rider running barrels within the arena. They seemed pretty good, well at least to Jason anyway. "You two are pretty good" He spoke, smiling as he led his horse into the arena. Jason turned around, noticing that his horse had used his nose to bump him in the shoulder. Jason laughed softly, moving the stallion's forelock out of his eyes. "Don't be rude Jet" He told the stallion, who responded with a simple snort and flick of the tail. Jason turned back to the horse and rider "By the way, I'm Jason, and this is Jet" Jason introduced himself, smiling.