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Post by Spotify on Mar 22, 2013 19:38:34 GMT -7
Ever just laid there, collecting her thoughts and waiting for the dizziness to pass,"Her name is Rebel."she said and with that she got back to her feet. She glanced at Ethan and than she was gone, heading for her room to change into breeches and riding boots.
It didn't take long for Ever to change, she had changed from her shorts and mucking boots into riding breeches, riding boots, and a black v-neck tshirt that hung loosely over her frame. Her hair was plaited in her favorite type of braid, the katniss braid. She smiled, grabbing a riding helmet and heading downstairs.
Ever smiled, entering the stables,"Lyric! Ready to kick some butt?"she called, grabbing her horses tack from the tack room.
Fifteen minutes later, Ever was patiently waiting for Ethan. The will go win glistened in her eyes as she patted Lyric's side. |
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Post by Horse on Mar 22, 2013 19:39:12 GMT -7
Sadie scratched the back of her head and sighed. She didn't know what to do at the moment, as she gazed at Sunkissed Lullaby. The cherry bay filly had finished eating awhile ago, and was sniffing at her stall door. Her dark, ebony tail swished as she bobbed her tail. She wanted to go out for a run, and her ears pricked hopefully towards her owner. Sadie let out a quiet sigh and glanced around. Should she take her out? She felt her heart throb hollowly in her heart and she frowned, rocking back on her heels.
Sadie cleared her throat and just didn't know what to do. Would it get better if she just faced her fear outfront? But she was so scared, and it seemed to just getting worse the more she fret about it. She bit her lip and let out another sigh, staring at the rafters of the stables for what seemed like an eternity.
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Post by Goldie on Mar 22, 2013 19:41:09 GMT -7
Ethan led Rebel outside, dressed in plain white jodhoppers and a black tshirt. He smirked, dipping the brim of his hat to Ever before mounting up on the mare. He talked to her softly, not wanting her to spook and bolt or buck and rear.
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Post by Spotify on Mar 22, 2013 19:55:45 GMT -7
Ever dipped her head in acknowledgement and a sly smile appeared on her lips."I hope you're ready to get your butt kicked."she taunted. The jockey mounted in one smooth movement, she let Lyric prance in place, to get the horse warmed up. Lyric was feeding off her energy and all she wanted to do was run. Ever smiled as Lyric walked easily into the starting gates. Lyric had done so many times before. Ever settled in the settle and glanced back at Ethan. She was going to love this race, win of lose.
Rebel tugged just a tad on the reins, she had a sensitive mouth, and he was holding the reins just a little to tight. Other than she liked her current rider. He wasn't too heavy nor was he to light which yes was a thing. She nickered and walked into the starting gates.
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Post by Story on Mar 22, 2013 20:43:35 GMT -7
"Yeah, kiddo. That's pretty much how it went. It was a big race. The Breeders' Cup Classic. We were in the lead and the crowd was cheering. He was going to win it. He was doing so well...and when he was challenged, I told him to make me proud. And then, he took a bad step...he fell and rolled over me. I don't know much about that until I woke up in the hospital...Gal broke his leg during the race. Sometimes, when a horse breaks its leg, it is put down. Other times, the horse is healed with careful attention from a vet but they can't race again. It's too hard on a horse's legs...So now Gal is just a horse that could have won that Classic. Now he's just a mean ol' stallion that sires a few foals now and then...I can race still because I'm not the one running. I'm sitting on the horse's back, guiding him. Or her. But, kiddo, I still get pain sometimes from racing. And keeping such a low weight to be allowed to race is very hard." He wasn't going to get into that. Hell, Sadie, didn't even know everything about what he did to keep his weight low. "The thing I hate most though is that when Gal rolled over me, he hurt me real bad. My lungs are ruined. If I get a cold, it's bad. It's painful...it's so dangerous. Racing, I mean..."
Alexander frowned as Fitz stopped near Sadie, nostrils flaring. The Russian glanced from his colt to the older jockey. "What bothers you?" He asked warily, secretly hoping it was nothing that would keep him there long. He was just trying to be polite though. Talking and offering comfort had never been his thing. That's why he'd never really been that good of a friend for Keely. Or anyone else, for that matter.
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Post by Horse on Mar 22, 2013 20:55:35 GMT -7
Sadie's pretty blue eyes had grown distant as she seemed to be staring off towards the horizon, if they had been outside. She nearly jumped with Alexander spoke up, and she turned slowly to stare at the Russian for a long moment. She scratched the back of her head before smoothing her blonde hair. There was a long pause as she struggled for words. "Just... Fretting about things." She said quietly, looking down towards the ground. She didn't want to admit that she was weak, that she was scared, and that she wanted to quit racing. She didn't even want to admit this to herself. She sighed and studied the ground before looking towards Sasha again. The brief few moments where her true fear and shown through was gone, and she'd regained her composure and facade of weak confidence.
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Post by Story on Mar 22, 2013 21:07:53 GMT -7
Alexander's pale eyes flickered over her but he kept a careful distance from her, allowing Fitz to peer over his head at the jockey. The colt was curious but didn't budge from where his head easily cleared the blonde hair that was ruffled up a tad. "Fretting is not a good word to describe this." Alexander argued quietly. "I know fear when I see it. Believe me on that. More people notice than they let on. You do not race anymore. Why?" It wasn't like him to be so...blunt. Normally, he wouldn't ask this, but it piqued his interest. What could make her afraid to get back in the saddle? She loved racing, did she not? He knew jockeys had much to fear but they got over it for either the thrill of the speed and winning or to make a living. There was no time or room for fear in this profession.
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Post by Horse on Mar 22, 2013 21:15:05 GMT -7
Sadie sighed quietly and puffed out her cheeks before blowing her bangs out of her eyes. She wrung her hands out before shoving them into her pockets and leaning back against an empty stall door. She studied Fitz's head above Sasha's, before her gaze flickered back to the Russian. Why? Why was she afraid of racing? Why was this plaguing her? She didn't want it to, she just wanted things to be right, and she just wanted her dream of being a top rider back, but it was fading, the longer she waited and thought about if it was the right thing. Sadie needed answers, she just wasn't sure how to get them.
"I don't know..." She finally spoke up. She did know, but she held this in for another moment or to before continuing on. "I'm just scared of being hurt again. Of not being in control of my safety." She said quietly.
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Post by Story on Mar 22, 2013 22:00:24 GMT -7
Alexander couldn't help the faintly derisive laughter that burst out and he cut his laugh short. "That sums up how I live my life. But I fear more that I will hurt other people. I cannot control their safety, much less myself." He commented and then shifted. "First time I raced, I lost vision in my left eye from horseshoe. That was not good start to racing. Do you know what it is like to lose sight?" The Russian shifted. "Racing guarantees you will be hurt at some point. Either learn to accept this and hope you will have luck or find new profession." He sounded rather blunt, yes, but he spoke the truth when he said that there were definitely changes to be injured in racing. It was an occupational hazard. She should know this. She just had to figure out if the benefits outweighed the risks or not.
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Post by Horse on Mar 22, 2013 22:11:44 GMT -7
Sadie stared at him stoically for a few moments, gauging the Russian's expression and trying to figure out why he was laughing. She blew harshly through her nose once before shifting, crossing her legs at the ankles. Sadie definitely knew the risks of racing, especially for her. One more small bump to her head could land her in her death bed. She hadn't even told Adam this, that one more fall, one mishap, and it could be her last breath. She was terrified of this mainly. Under the fear, there was a rising pressure to get back into the irons, to be whisked away down the track. She longed for the adrenaline spikes and the thrill of a win, but what would the cost be? What would she have to endure to get her wish? Was the constant threat worth the reward? She shook her head, utterly confused on the matter. "I... I know it's dangerous, I just... I don't know if I want to continue doing something that could kill me."
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