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Post by Pixel on Mar 4, 2009 22:36:25 GMT -5
The young woman looked quite professional, at least when you looked at her from behind. She wore a pair of slim-fitting breeches, and knee-high english boots. A black and white pinstriped tank top was worn, underneath her protective vest. Her coal black hair reached to just beyond her shoulder blades, even in a braid. The braid wasn't a common occurrence with the young woman, but it was a nice fit, quick and easy and it worked well under her helmet.
She strode purposefully across the yard toward the training oval. She was running a little late this morning and she could only hope that Mr. Madison didn't mind too horribly. She would hate to lose her job when she'd barely just gotten it. Most hopes of bringing Bryleigh out here to live with her would be gone, for the moment at least.
She pulled her helmet on, buckling the chin strap as she neared the oval. She was almost instantly handed the reins of a feisty gray colt, who tossed his head and snorted, prancing and jittering. The groom gave her a quick boost into the saddle, having to launch her more than just give her a simple boost since the colt jittered away from the pair of them. Shalane barely made it on, still a little bit tilted toward the left. She quickly righted herself, slipping her toes into her stirrups and grasping her reins as the colt tried to rear. The groom was a rather nervous looking young man who's eyes widened as the colt attempted to rear again. He looked scared. Shalane gave him a bright smile as she gathered her reins. The groom stepped out of the way, his face a bit pale as Shalane quickly showed the colt the whip. He settled, at least a bit, recognizing his rider as the one who wasn't above giving him a good hard smack if he tried to do anything stupid.
Shalane encouraged the prancing colt over to the trainer, who instructed her to trot him along the outside rail for the first circle to warm him up, then give him a slow gallop for a half mile, and finish him out with a breeze the second half mile. She nodded and the colt stepped eagerly onto the oval. Shalane quickly glanced about her, making sure her way was clear before clucking to the massive gray horse. Naturally, he tried to bolt, but Shalane had expected that. She had felt it in the rolling of his muscles, in the height of his prancing walk. She quickly reined him down and soon the colt settled into the jog, knowing he wouldn't get away with much else....
((OOC: Sorry. Guess this doesn't really leave this open for interaction.))
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