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Post by mistycreek on Jul 26, 2012 18:08:49 GMT -7
Lynn smiled. She liked talking with Aiden. No, not just talking to him, she liked being around him. This she was sure of. Everything else? She wasn't so sure about. "That's cool," she nodded. "I like little kids. They're so cute and fun to be around."
BJ clucked his tongue and urged Patriot into a fast trot. The colt's ears pricked and he shot off, not trotting but galloping. BJ swore under his breath as he pulled back on the reins, trying to slow the fiery cherry bay stallion back to a walk. "Whoa there, big guy, whoa Patriot," he said soothingly, holding back the angry words in his mind. Shouting at the colt would do no use, it would just fire him up more.
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Post by Story on Jul 26, 2012 18:15:56 GMT -7
[Aww, poor you. Got my senior pictures tomorrow! Getting up early to shower, dry my hair, and get my hair done, as well as makeup. :3]
"I'm not really sure about kids. I've honestly never really been around them too much." Aiden shrugged, shifting so that he was in a more relaxed position. His hazel-blue eyes wandered over in Lynn's direction. "How're you feeling now?" He inquired, hoping only that she'd be feeling a bit better than earlier. He hated to see someone in pain and was a bit concerned that, even months after, she still seemed a bit off.
Paranormal Vortex attempted to bolt forward after the stallion but Miguel held him back. The colt arched his neck, head bowing and taking stiff steps. He was irritated and was debating on bucking. Miguel realized this and shifted his weight in the saddle so the colt wouldn't be able to send him flying. "Don't even think about it, pal." He said softly yet firmly. He kept a firm hand and the colt finally relented, huffing as he moved forward at a trot.
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Post by mistycreek on Jul 26, 2012 18:23:25 GMT -7
[:3 Oh, that's cool! Have fun!]
"Yeah," Lynn shrugged. "I have little cousins that I used to babysit." She glanced over at Aiden, eyes wandering to his. "Actually, yes, I am." She answered, for once telling the truth about how she felt. The medicine had helped her, but so had just relaxing. She pushed a stay piece of hair out of her eyes.
Patriot whinnied loudly, fighting BJ at the bit but slowing to a fast canter. BJ tugged back on the reins, urging him to slow all the way to a walk. The colt ignored him, and continued to canter round and round. The jockey narrowed his eyes and gripped the reins tightly, anger showing in his expression. "Well, have it your way, fella, but as soon as you come to it I'm going to work you real hard." He huffed in a determined tone. BJ did what he was taught to do when a horse wouldn't slow, let him run in circles until he had to slow down. Eventually he'd get bored.
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Post by Story on Jul 26, 2012 18:32:28 GMT -7
Miguel debated on hanging back with Paranormal Vortex but decided to just go ahead and arrive at the practice racetrack. The dark bay splash colt had, after all, obeyed for the most part. He needn't be punished for something he hadn't done. He arrived at the track and stepped onto it delicately, hooves arcing through the air triumphantly. Yes! He was here! "Just stay focused. Yes. You're on dirt. Calm down, pal." He had a smile on his face as he spoke, rather enjoying this task. This spirited colt would make a great racer.
"I always babysat the foals, making sure they didn't get into too much trouble or hassle their dams. Not to mention the yearlings. Ooooh, the yearlings." Aiden made a face as he recalled dealing with a bunch of rambunctious Thoroughbred yearlings, all pestering for attention and trying to show each other who was the best horse in the yard.
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Post by mistycreek on Jul 26, 2012 19:03:09 GMT -7
Patriot eventually slowed to a trot, and BJ eased him down into a walk. "Ah, there ya go, fella," BJ soothed the colt, who was breathing heavily, his nostrils flared. The jockey could feel all of that fire and power in the horse beneath him, and though he was a bit angry with the colt for disobeying, he was still in awe of a thoroughbred's power after all of these years working with horses. Patriot snorted when BJ asked him for a slow but working-paced walk, but the jockey held firm, shaking his head. "Now there, don't get angry with me, you're the one who wore yourself out. You still have a lot to learn, and I've gotta teach ya, so we're not done for today."
"That sounds like fun," Lynn said earnestly. Her father had never trusted her with their young horses... Or had he? She fought back the urge to dwell on her confused thoughts, focusing instead on Aiden and their surroundings.
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Post by mistycreek on Jul 26, 2012 19:13:23 GMT -7
gtg
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Post by Story on Jul 26, 2012 19:17:17 GMT -7
"Fun? Maybe at first glance. Horses that haven't been taught manners and see you as just another yearling to push around. Ha. I like 'em better when they're more mature. I like geldings and sweet old mares better." Aiden replied, studying Lynn's expression once more. He hadn't missed a faint furrowing of her eyebrows. She was so expressive, even when she didn't know it.
Miguel put Paranormal Vortex through his paces, warming him up properly now that they were on the practice track. He was silent, listening to the few sounds around him. The wind sifted through the colt's inky black mane, played with his own dark hair. It caressed his tanned face and rushed through his ears. The sound of hooves hitting the dirt was a muffled thud, one that increased in tempo as the colt sped up. The heavy snort of his mount's breath, his body's automatic response to breath in sync with the horse. It was amazing. He felt alive.
[Bye, Misty. I should go as well. | PS, I totally did not just make reference to Scorpio Races. XD]
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Post by Spotify on Jul 26, 2012 19:28:52 GMT -7
[Here! No..Story don't leave!! :((]
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Post by Story on Jul 26, 2012 20:01:39 GMT -7
[Had to do my dishes. I'm gonna finish up this tablet drawing of Ratchet and then go to bed. I'm tired. Got my pictures tomorrow, too.]
Adam leaned against the stable wall for a moment, frowning as he surveyed Celestial Zephyr. The colt had gotten into some clover and was now drooling. He'd just nuzzled Adam, slobbering all over his new Beatles t-shirt. There was a greenish, foamy streak across the dark grey t-shirt now, much to Adam's dismay. "Y'know what? I ought to get your coat all dirty so you have to be brushed again. Yeah. See how you like that."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2012 20:05:58 GMT -7
The bell gave the cue for Skya and Seeker, and as the gates swung open she tapped his sides with her heels, getting a better grip on her crop and the reins. The dapple grey shot forward and made his way to the middle of the pack to make the final break, ears pricked.
Skya could feel the saddle slipping as Seeker of the Mist came towards the bend, but she didn't register it fully until it was too late. Her foot slipped out and it was a De Ja Vu (or however you spell that) moment of her previous accident as she made a fall for the railing. Except this time, head first. She collided with the railing an immediately blackness swarmed her view and she slipped into darkness. Seeker immediately stopped and turned his head to stare at her. What was she doing? They were in the middle of a race!
The doctor quickly slipped a tube down her windpipe and hooked it up to a ventilator, checking for any further injuries. She had slightly snapped her wrist, the one which had just healed, and so they'd had to break it fully, while she'd also cracked a couple ribs on impact. The comatose girl lay there, motionless as they worked on her. They quickly got to work on surgically injecting a tube into her skull and drained the fluids to soothe and reduce the swelling of her brain.
Sorry for the short paragraph, on iPod. Computer was occupied.
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