i've been wrong; [Poppies and Jour]

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<sup>The girl, though more a young woman, led the big black colt into the arena. His head flew up when she went to stroke him too fast. "Sorry, boy," she murmured, dropping her hand to her side, and slowly turning to face him, lifting her hand slowly, preparing him for what she was going to do. He submitted to her touch this time, even leaning into her a little bit, closing his eyes in satisfaction to her touch.

She smiled as she gathered a hunk of mane, adjusting her hold on the braided English reins, and swung herself onto the colt's bare back. "Easy, Drummer," she murmured as he jittered and sidestepped and pranced beneath her. "We're alright," she murmured quietly. Slowly the colt quieted under her hand. "There's a boy," she murmured.

Her shoulder length blonde hair was worn down today, and her attire was simple as well. Jeans, slip-on high English boots and a v-neck gray and pink tee-shirt that clung tightly to her rather flat stomach.

"There's a boy," she murmured, touching Drummer's sides with her heels. They nudged up to a trot and then a canter. The girl flowed with the colt's movements, blending horse and rider into one. She looked free and happy and at ease...A bit like she was flying, the horse was so light on his feet. She looked completely and utterly relaxed...</sup>

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Small red blanket held over firmly by the straps that had been tigthened the chestnut filly with a blaze and two hind stockings pranced along side her owner. Kris who was now well known for an olive jacket that she wore in the winter and sometimes in the fall was suppose to let the filly walk around at least two hours each day to let her endure herself before she became a racer. As a petite yearling she had been laughed at when led and walked on the outside of the track let alone in a barn. Kris had a veternarian check her over and said she'd grown no taller than fifteen hands probably and would have no spirit for a racehorse. The thought of that shattered so many dreams but it wasn't Kris's decision it was the chestnut filly's. As they walked side by side as some slush mixed snow drug off the barn room she sighed in relief before the filly jerked her head away and cocked to the side. Kris put her hand out and smiled at her with her jacket collar to her ears as she saw someone in the ring she sighed and knew she had to walk the pony sized filly anyways. Door. It was a bit of a whisper but it would be managable to hear even it at a full gallop as she opened the door before turning the filly and closing it, in such a small sized blanket the filly nickered. Her legs in pillow casts so they didn't get hit or scratched, miniature horse sized bell boots so she didn't scrape her hooves. It was all about protection for her for being so petite.

Rubbing her spiked mane she laughed as the filly put her nose down and dropped to her knees. Without taking the lead line the filly immediately rolled twice before coming to her legs and shaking herself off before trotting a little distance to the middle were Kris sighed and followed collecting the lead. Now standing in the middle Kris grabbed the filly by the loop of her rope halter and clucked asking her to walk as the walked in the same old circle with both watching the other horse and rider.

[Jour]

Miss Wood entered the arena at the opposite end. Her breeches dark blue and her riding rugby like pink. Stan waited patiently for her as she took down her stirrups. She tightened the girth and walked to mounting block leaving him. She swear she saw him roll his eyes at her before, he followed her over. Once he was with her, julez wrapped his head in her hands and snuggled him. He just bit her stomach. This time she rolled her eyes.
She put her left foot in the stirrup and swung the rest of her body over, resting in the saddle. Stan sighed. She picked up her reins and began walking. Stan tryed to rub his leg with his head, but julez resisted. She was really tired and couldn't deal with anything right now. They started trotting and only, then did she notice other riders.
She nodded . She would speak after they had warmed up.

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<sup>The young woman glanced up as she saw the other enter. She smiled a bit as the other person led the filly into the ring. With a gentle touch of her leg, the colt moved out of the filly's way, staying close to the outside.

The girl continued her ride, her hair blowing gently with the breeze stirred up by the horse's pace. With a gentle tightening of the reins, the colt stopped, soft to the girl's every movement, very aware of what she was doing and what she wanted of him at all times. He was clearly eager to please.

They changed up the direction and went the other way, beginning first at a walk, then moving up to trot and canter. THe girl smiled at Julez, her roomate at the apartment, taking in her horse's appearance. He was definately a good looking horse. "But not as handsome as you, huh, boy?" she asked Drummer, leaning down to stroke his neck affectionately when they had slowed to a walk, a small smile in place on her lips as she loosened her reins, letting both horse and rider relaxed, still leaned forward, stretching out until she could grab his ears and pull them gently. The colt tossed his head and kicked up, but it was all in jest. THe girl laughed a throaty, good natured laugh...</sup>

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As the young filly moved peacfully at rest by Kris's side with her head held low, Kris had given her more space. In the future as a racehorse they needed to be independent but also a team at the same time but that was for other horses. For the filly it would be Kris as her trainer, Kris as her owner, and Kris as her jockey. Even though the papers would say the stables was her trainer and owner she had no choose, Kris couldn't simply be all three in order to be able to ride the filly but no matter what Kris would ride her in any race. Rain or shine, it all depended on how the filly reacted to the situations, she'd break her in far different than most racehorses. Teach her in the gates before she was two, maybe try some trail by leading her over board and tarps so she knew the sound. No one had even done such a thing as to bring up a racehorses as any other horse by training them in different disciplines but combining things was good. A horse to jittery in the gates usually either hurt themselves, the gate boys, or the jockey or all three maybe just two. When Kris snapped out of the thoughts they had almost crashed into the end of the ring's wall as she immediately turned the filly they continued their walk with one of her hands on the lead line and in her pocket while the other one remained on the spiked to the ceiling mane. Youth was a grand thing in horses and it was horrible to see it ruined at young ages, Kris wanted the filly ot be young forever but not herself. If Kris had stayed young forever she would have stayed in juvi for her entire life being pushed around, seeing the horses only twice a day for an hour each of those days. It was horrible but now she could come and go when she wanted.

Although she kept intouch with her past such as Daniel her trainer and friend, Chase her mortal enemy who put her in juvi but also a good friend, and lastly some others and rarely her own parents. When they did call it was all about buisness to see weither Kris needed more money to buy another elite horse, truth was Kris hadn't bought a horse in years. Hawkeye was a gift and the filly was a cheap bargain from a man needing to get rid of her for no price. Last horse she bought was a warmblood jumper when she was twelve years old. Snapping out of it again she let the lead go some and set up some poles and then double checked the distance by her mind. Turning to the filly who had already made herself at home and lied down immediately shot back up and then saw Kris approach. A small tug and the filly was off to the races at her walk almost a prance as she sniffed the first pole jumping over it almost and then lifting her legs high like a gaited horse over the others.

[Jour]

She asked for the canter, and he immdiatley picked it up. He was soo light in her hands. She couldn't feel anything. He was dancing. They went up the diagnol, with a flying lead change in the center, and he bowed his head. Togeher they were one. She put him into a more collected canter, for jumping and pointed him toward the small 2'6 vertical. He got excited and fast, but instead of bringing him down. She let him go, she had never actually done this before. She cringed as they gained more and more speed, untill they were on the verge of the gallop. Amazingly, they had done it. They had not only gotten their strides right, but they had done it. Together.
They walked for awhile. She kept on reassuring him, how good he was. And for the rest of their ride, he continued to dance.


sorry its soo short

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<sup>The young woman sat quiet and relaxed in the saddle. The colt tossed his head and plodded along at an easy walk. You might not have known that he was only 3 and had been abused to boot, so well did he behave...For his mistress, anyway. That wasn't to say he did anything for anyone else. A stubborn thing he was, but he loved Mackenzie without restraint, and their affection, one for the other, was obvious.

He stiffened a bit when the girl asked for the canter once more, but, with another gentle jab from her heel, soften and arched his neck, picking up the pace. The girl headed him down the arena, cutting off toward the center a bit to give them room, glancing around to make sure she wasn't going to careen into anyone. She sat back, putting a bit more pressure on the bit and pressing her heel gently into his side. He tossed his head in complaint, but with a gentle wiggle of her fingers, his head came back down in the collected form and he pivoted on his hind hoof in a nice pirouette. He was definately a classy horse.

Kenzie loosened the reins again. He was young, still a colt, and she didn't want to overwork him, to make him arena sour, though it seemed doubtful that would ever happen, so eager to please was he, but still, his body was young, and Mackenzie was very concious of overworking young bones and muscles.

She glanced around at the other horses again, taking in their conformation and connection with their owners with a critical eye. Both the pairs seemed well matched, and she liked the looks of both the horses (though naturally not so much as her own xD) but couldn't help wondering what had happened to the filly...

She glanced up, careful to stay out of Julez's way, and nudged into a canter again.</sup>

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Kris had a huge smile on her face as she rubbed the side of the filly's neck and then let her lead go on a longer so the filly could probably make a five meter circle around her. As she set up some more poles in a row, about ten or so along the long side she made sure to watch out for the other two girls. Taking a look at her work they were put close together so her hooves didn't tip her off balance. As she shortened up the lead line it was now only about the width of her arm span and her hand was held a bit far from the filly's nose. Clucking the filly approached the ten ground poles with an ease putting her nose down and as she clipped the last one at a walk she moved into a trot where Kris was forced to run and the filly came out and started bucking. A small laughter emitted from the filly almost, at least it seemed like she was laughing before she wanted to do it again. No, no. Kris didn't want to put to much pressure on the filly and after that tap of her hoof she really didn't want to push it. Pulling the lead in slowly she had the filly to her side and started to walk her on the inside of the ring.