Post by KIRA ROSE MORGAN on Dec 13, 2010 22:28:28 GMT -5
Kira Morgan pulled medium length blonde hair back into a pony tail and bent down to finish zipping her knee high black riding boots up. Relapse, her eight year old Holsteiner stallion arched his neck, sticking his nose out to her, going for the gloves stuffed in her back pocket. Kira stood up just in time and flapped her hand at his nose, waving him away. He snorted his indignation at being waved off so carelessly and flicked his tail, annoyed that he was still standing in the cross ties.
The big stallion didn't have long to wait though, Kira pulled his bridle on, tightened the girth and vaulted onto his back. Twelve hundred pounds of muscle and finesse jogged out of the barn, arching his neck and dancing sideways at leaves blowing across the gravel driveway. Kira sat on him easily, long slender legs wrapped around his barrel, all of her weigh set back in her heels. Relapse wasn't one to wait for long, slow warm-ups full of flexion and bending. He wanted to get to the point.
Kira pointed him down the trail, pushing him into a working trot and letting him stretch down through his back, reading for the bit. He snorted, happy to be doing that he though of as productive. Twenty minutes of that and she picked his head up, asking for more collection and impulsion. Seconds later they were cantering merrily down the trail. His long brown and black legs accented by white socks stretching out in perfect rhythm and eating up the ground.
After they had covered quite a bit of ground, Kira pulled the big bay to a walk, keeping a firm grip on the reins as the trail wound through the trees.Relapse was highly trained, but like most high powered show jumpers, he wasn't exactly the perfect trail horse. He would spook at anything he deemed worthy of a spook and his spooks were usually awe inspiring.
His most memorable to date was at their last show just three months before. A child in the stands had let go of a balloon that spun right toward him and into his face and he, being convinced that the air filled latex was going to eat him, turned into a Lipizzaner. His airs above ground were most impressive and would have put any school master from the Spanish Riding School to shame. Kira hadn't been impressed. She'd stayed with him just like she always did, but it'd turned him into a mental wreck for the rest of the day which made each round both interesting and scarily impressive all at the same time. They'd made it around each round alive, pulling a third, but still, Kira wasn't all that happy.
She was so lost in thought that she didn't here anyone coming around the corner...
