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Post by ayla on Jul 23, 2012 16:10:12 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Kayla had hardly moved herself in before she headed down to the barn and settled her riding gear and her horse. And, she reasoned, what better way to relax than ride STAFF POSITIONS Champ was certainly pleased when Kayla haltered him, cross tied him, and gave him a cursory grooming. The gelding managed to stay pretty clean, usually, and given that it was summer, there wasn't much need for anything more than a brush and a hoofpick. Kayla retrieved her schooling saddle, work bridle, and a pair of green wraps and tacked up with commendable speed. She threw her hair up in a messy bun and regarded Champ with a pondering look. What would the goal be STAFF POSITIONS Western pleasure was fine. Hunter under saddle... well, Kayla didn't want to have that discussion today. Maybe tomorrow. His lead changes, which had been coming along, had probably decayed through the trailer ride and lack of consistent work on them. Horsemanship needed more work in general. Kayla composed a battle plan: warm up, get two good changes each direction, and check that left spin that got sticky every so often. She led Champ out to the indoor arena, where there weren't quite so many jumps in the way as the outdoor. She still had to weave around two, but Kayla wasn't worried about those. The arena was plenty big enough for Champ and two jumps, plus probably twenty other horses. Kayla closed the gate behind her, touched Champ's mouth to ensure that he was listening, and swung up into the saddle. The gelding waited patiently for Kayla to get settled before walking off. For a lap both ways, Kayla just chilled, scoping out the footing and potential spooky things at the edge of the arena. Champ glanced at a flower box, but that was it. He'd probably find more things when he had more time to look, but for now, Kayla was pleased. Then the warm-up started. Slow and relaxing, as per Kayla's goal for herself. Hindquarter and forehand pivots, bending on small circles, nothing special. It took a few minutes for Champ to start driving underneath himself, but when he did, Kayla was quick to reward him. She shifted her reins to one hand and asked for a jog. Champ complied readily, but pushed his head down a little too far for Kayla's liking. She bumped him with her spurs and lifted her hand, asking for more hip and less peanut roller action. Kayla wondered briefly how many other pleasure people were here at Hollow Aspen; probably not too many. Of course, that meant she'd be subject to the hunter/jumper/dressage/eventing people thinking that she abused her horse. In fact, some of that might be coming. Kayla heard the gate swing open and someone enter, but she had just passed it and was thus blind to who it was. Oh boy.
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Post by noey on Jul 27, 2012 19:39:23 GMT -8
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[/url] The Notes Hi there! :3[/div] Evan had been putting off his trip to the barn for far too long. He had been busy earlier that week, and now that things seemed to have slowed down a bit, he decided that today would go up and check out this new place. Maybe take Leo out for a ride. His eyes wandered down the aisle, looking for his gelding’s stall. It wasn’t long after that he noticed the familiar face of Levaro; huge with a big star in the middle of the forehead. Evan opened the stall door and entered with a grooming kit in tow. The dark bay would receive a short grooming today, a quick curry and a brush along with having his hooves picked out. Once the gelding looked respectable, Evan grabbed the leather halter that was hanging on the stall door. After pulling it over Leo’s massive head, he led the gelding out to the nearest cross-ties. Evan left to grab his tack: a dark brown saddle with matching girth and bridle. He placed a navy blue saddle pad on Leo’s back before the saddle. When the girth was tightened, he removed the leather halter and replaced it with the bridle. Once everything was in place, Evan grabbed his helmet and began his walk towards the arena.
When the pair arrived at the arena, Evan unlatched the gate. As he was opening the gate, a rider rode past on its horse. He walked the gelding into an empty space in the arena so that neither of them was in the other person’s way. Quickly, he checked the girth and pulled down the stirrups. Gathering the reins in one hand, Evan pulled himself up into the saddle and placed his feet into the irons. He gently nudged Leo into a walk, and the gelding was happy to obey. Leo was feeling energetic, as per usual. Evan’s eyes wandered around the arena for a bit, looking at the jumps, then to the girl on the black horse and back to the jumps again. He decided that after a quick warm up, he would set up something small for Leo. After walking a couple of times, they changed direction.
"Hello," he called out to the other rider.
He would let Leo walk a little longer before even considering picking up the trot. In the meantime, he sat and tried to get comfortable in the saddle. It felt hard compared to the saddle in which he used for competition. Suck it up, he thought. Now that they were by the far corner of the arena, Evan asked Leo for a trot.
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Post by ayla on Jul 28, 2012 13:50:37 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Kayla rounded the corner of the arena and looked back at her new company. A boy; that was unusual. At home there were hardly any boys, and her (male) trainer used to joke about the estrogen ocean that was a horse show. With a bay gelding who was almost certainly one of the warmbloods that everyone here seemed ready to tout the glory of. Something about European bloodlines just made people fall in love, apparently. Champ was looking, too, and drifting off the rail a bit. Kayla didn't lift her hand at all for a correction this small, just pressed with her inside knee to make the black gelding step over.
For the next long side of the arena, Kayla fiddled with Champ's neck and shoulder by shifting her hand and hips to ask for different degrees of bend and collection. At jog, it took a while to get down the side, but when they did, Champ was working a bit better and Kayla put her hand down to reward him. She was broken from her concentration by the other rider calling a greeting. "Hi!" she yelled back, but the noise made Champ throw his head up. Kayla gave him half a second to reconsider that, then gave him a sharp tug on the inside rein as a reminder.
"I'm Kayla, this is Champ, he's kind of a spazz sometimes," she said. Apparently today was a spooky day, and with every word Kayla said, Champ got less and less focused on his job. She put both hands back on the reins and shortened them so she had a contact with Champ's mouth. With firm movements, she bent his head and neck around and bumped his barrel with her inside spur, causing Champ to start a rather uncoordinated turn on the forehand. "And I'm just going to keep talking because apparently he's having an issue today, you jerkface," she continued, although the last two words were directed at the gelding and not the other rider.
"I don't even know why you're having this issue. I talk to you all the time. Well, I insult you all the time. Pretty sure you think your name is... whoop, there we go!" Kayla narrated as Champ turned and slowly returned his head to a normal position after a good five or six full turns. For good measure, she repeated the turn the other way, but added pressure on her now-outside hand to ask Champ to bring his nose in. After completing that, Kayla put him back on the rail at a jog and tried talking again. "Sorry. He's, uh, he's special. Tries hard, but every little thing is going to kill him," she explained. Champ flicked his ears back to listen, but he didn't try evasive maneuvers again, so Kayla considered the problem fixed.
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