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Post by Steph on Feb 5, 2008 21:23:37 GMT -5
Her hand brushing against the filly's side, the chestnut filly nickered slowly at the feeling of touch. A sense of self-pride came over Simplicity as she noticed it was Steph who was by her. Come here baby, she said to her as she led the filly out by the lead. The filly walked slowly beside Steph, as she was being led out of the paddock and into the stall row. Keeping the lead nice and steady, not to short, not too long, the two were enjoying each other's company. You're growing so fast now.
At the stalls, Steph began to groom the filly. She nickered often, but became more relaxed. She was still getting used to being socialized, but she was getting better. Almost done, Steph said as she closed the stall door. The filly's breath became slower at the sound of her voice. Alright, finished.
She lead the filly onto the apron, her breath getting heavier with each step. She was tired, and so was Simplicity. They hadn't even done anything yet really. At least Simplicity hadn't. Steph had already been up since about five in the morning. The two went over to the starting gate, Steph mounted on, it felt like a higher view than last time, probably because the chestnut filly was growing each and everyday.
At the starting gate, Simplicity began to rear, waving her head wildly. Calm down. She clutched the reins tightly, her hands sweating, her heart palpitating. She couldn't wait to begin a new career with this filly. She had so much potential, it was phenominal. Steph wiped her forehead with her hand, her left hand always taking the lead on the reins. Alright, let's do this.
In a moment of seconds, the starting gate opened, releasing the chestnut filly. Steph grasped onto the reins tightly as she leaned forward, creating a more aero-dynamic feel for the two of them. Simplicity had bobbled, but her mistake had been quickly corrected at the sound of Steph's voice, Keep going, keep going. This had been the most stressful blowout that Steph had ever done, with any of the horses around Oakridge. Today's workout was going to be a great one, even though they were on the bullring today, it was a short track.
Steph's breathing became laboured as the filly began to bear in, she was nearing the rail, she was out of control. Easy! she called as she tried pulling on the reins as best as she could. But it had been too late, her heart pounding inside her as she flew forward. As for the filly, she had already bolted forward, gaining speed with each moment passing.
A few minutes later she got up and sighed. Wow. She managed to get all the way over there, she said as she brushed off her arms which had been covered in dust. She coughed a bit, but was overall okay. Despite the massive bruise on her shoulder. She walked over towards the filly and sighed, My god. What got into you today? Grabbing the rein, she led the filly into her stall.
She wasn't too surprised though, it's was the typical behaviour of the young thoroughbreds at Oakridge Ranch. You win some, you lose some.
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