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Humming a soft tune to herself, Brooke made her way from the kitchen to the tack room. Casting her gaze through the stable block for a moment, a smile graced her lips. Warm rays; tinted gold fell in visible through the wood slats. Such a nice day Leading into the tack room, she swiftly headed to where her Stags equipment was kept. Nicely arranged in the corner, like most others her main tack took place on hooks and racks, the others crammed into large grooming boxes… along with everything else. Taking a kit bag, Brooke slung it over her shoulder while looping the reins and main bridle over her other shoulder. Saddle in hand, the warm numnah came a with a soft sheepskin touch. Stepping back out, her pace kept a brisk walk through the corridor of stables. Greeted by multiple equines, ears pricked usually though buried in a mouthful of hay. Quietly she approached the large stall home to her Stallion; Solbren. Lifting his head to inspect, a friendly nicker passed his lips. Delving his head down playfully velvet kissers nudged her, pushing his nose into the material of her top, a sweet spark in his eye. ”What do you want hmmm

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Dropping the tack down the saddle leant neatly against the wood; along with bridle hanging over the top. Kicking over the bottom bold, Brooke swing open the stable door. Stepping in a gentle touch to his chest paced him back a few strides, willing he done so. Closing the door behind, the equine watched intently as she searched through the bag. Pulling out a body brush, Brooke quickly gave the beast a once over. Having not been in the paddock during the night, he had managed to stay clean. Despite the mixed straw/shaving entwined in his tresses. Swapping over, she took a small comb to rake the bedding from him. Standing by his rump, one hand gathered strands from the top of his tail, while the pulled through removing the dirt. Standing almost perfectly square, Sol raised a hindleg; favouring his hoof to rest the top on the ground. Such a peaceful being around her. Finishing up by picking out his hoofs, Brooke ran a hand along his silken dappled pelt. Patting his broad neck, she admired his beauty as she exited. Taking the bag from around her, she picked up the tack before again heading back into the stable.

Raising the saddle up, she placed it down slightly higher than his withers. Sliding it back into place, she made sure the hairs where flat underneath. Moving to his head, B slung the reins down his neck as she held the bit. Taking it with ease, Solbren crunched on the cool metal absentmindedly. Feeling his mount tighten the throat lash and noseband, an impulse move thrashed his crown excitedly. Moving back to his side, Brooke dropped down the girth to loop through the leather of the martingale before buckling up. Taking the reins she propped them behind each rolled stirrup, preventing them to fall and trap under his pillars.

Growing impatient, the stallion whinnied quietly watching his owner again leave his side. Taking a stride, Sol craned his neck over the door to watch. She was putting on her cross country helmet, complete with their colours of deep red lycra hat cover. She hadn’t put on her body protector, maybe they wasn’t jumping

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Drawing his head back to her arrival, the equine moved so she could lead him out. Clicking her tongue, Brooke took the reins under his chin urging him onwards. Snapping down the stirrups, she halted her steed before flexing a leg. Hopping a little, one hand pressed down as she powered and mounted in a single swift motion. Shifting in the saddle, Brooke took position as she gathered the reins to one hand. Showing Sol the whip, she tucked it into her boot as they walked on. Giving a light nudge of her heal, her calves tight to him asking a little more. Bobbing his head into a gaited walk, a content sigh released her. Keeping her other hand limp to her lap, Brooke used her opposite leg to turn him. Obediently he obliged, twisting his body, Solbren weaved through the gate of the barn out onto the track. Observing the field it was surprisingly quiet, she could only make out one horse and rider as they drew closer.

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It was a brisk morning in BC, and Mira was wrapped in a nice cozy hoodie with a matching scarf. She made her way down to the cozy stable with a Grande Vanilla Latte in hand. She thought it would be better to take Trueman out for a nice cross country ride before it got too busy during the day. The only noise that morning was the soft chirp of the birds and her tall boots on the gravel. All of the horses were inside-she hoped- because she really didn't want to put up with Trueman's hotness in the field. Entering the well-lit barn, the smell of fresh hay and shavings met her nose and she inhaled. It was always a good thing to smell in the morning, minus the poop. Trueman's stall was on the opposite side of the barn, so that meant she had to grab his stuff now instead of making another trip. Taking one last sip of her latte, she chucked it in the nearest garbage can and entered the tack room. The leather smell was pungent in the room, but she loved the smell of new leather. Mira walked over to where her tack locker was, it had her name and Trueman's name on a gold plate. Spinning in the combination, she unlocked the door, grabbing Trueman's schooling bridle, a padded fancy stitched figure 8 Vespuci with purple reins, and slung it over her shoulder. His boots and saddle pads were in his grooming box by his stall, so all she needed was his saddle and his sheepskin half pad. His saddle was a nice chocolate brown, with her name plate on the cantle, and his girth was just a regular sheepskin-lined girth. Resting the saddle on her hip, she had everything she needed, so she locked her tack box right up and exited the room.

After walking for what seemed like forever, she finally managed to reach her horses' stall. Trueman was indeed inside, munching contently on hay. Mira placed the saddle on the saddle rack that was outside of his stall, and opened the grooming box. "Hi Mr. Man. What a nice day for schooling eh

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" Mirs rubbed Trueman's forehead, and he let out a relaxed breath. She quickly gave him a body brushing, and then picked his hooves. Trueman was still eating his hay, so she took the chance to equip him with his Boogaloo XC boots, and his black overreach. She exited the stall to grab his saddle, saddle pads and girth, then re-entered. Placing the purple Polypad on his back, she added the sheepskin liner. Lifting the saddle up, she placed it softly just above his withers and then slid it back into place. Quickly doing up the girth, she attached the elastic breastplate. Swinging the purple reins over his head, he accepted the bit eagerly and she adjusted the bridle parts. Trueman needed a running martingale attachment, so she undid the reins and slid the keepers on.

Once they were all ready, Mira put her Tipperary protective vest on top of her sweater, she adjusted her cross country helmet, which was protected with a purple and yellow cover, and grabbed her whip. Opening the stall door all the way, she clucked to Trueman, bringing the reins over his head as she led him out of his stall and into the Victorian morning. Once they were outside, she snapped her stirrups down, not adjusting them since they were at the right hole anyways, she tightened the girth once more before swinging on effortlessly. Patting Trueman's thick neck, she bumped him with her heel and they set off for the course. "Let's go boy, we'll go for a gallop then pop over some small fences yeah

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" Trueman's ears flickered back in response, and the field came into view. It looks like they were the only ones out there so far. Nudging Trueman's sides, they picked up trot, Mira gathering her reins so they kept an even contact on Trueman's mouth. They trotted around for a bit, aimlessly doing figure 8's and what not, when she saw a horse and rider pair in the distance. Trueman picked up on that, and his ears pricked in excitement.

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