Post by kiki on Sept 28, 2006 20:42:34 GMT -5
The sound of sifting sand was heard throughout the ring when the bay mare and her owner entered the taunting grounds. This was her largest arena, and sort of the most scariest. So many colors had been painted in its canvas, and so many colors smeared. Anne had accomplished many things here, but failed too many times to count. The bay mare knew. She knew what her owner was thinking. She had experienced some of these colors too.
"Now..."
she muttered, as she put her foot into the long stirrups and mounted gently. The mare called Bambi stood patiently enough, letting her rider get comfortable. Anne asked for the smooth walk. Plain, not her running-walk. Not yet, at least. Her long dressage whip flashed with every step, no matter has smooth it was. And now she did ask for that running walk Bambi provided. Anne held her chin high, kept her heels down, and see-sawed with her hands ever so slightly as to tuck the mare's nose down. Once satisfied, the motion of her hands stopped and they countinued, around the large ring two or three times. Everything was silent, not even the birds called. This was an eerie silence. Anne didn't like it, and didn't want it.
"Step it up, Bambi, step it up!"
She spoke with confidence, and the mare responded to the words and picked her legs up higher, and her tail did the same. Anne was pleased; this mare always did please her. After the mare and her rider grew bored, the slim person atop the muscular mare asked for a brisk canter. Bambi, being lazy, had the wrong lead. They slowed to a trot, and she asked for a canter again. This time they got it, and finished off their ride with a change of direction and the same pattern.
"Good girl, nicely done,"
she spoke, and dismounted softly. They both left, unharmed by this taunting ring they both half-dispised. They left with their pride and health still with them.
"Now..."
she muttered, as she put her foot into the long stirrups and mounted gently. The mare called Bambi stood patiently enough, letting her rider get comfortable. Anne asked for the smooth walk. Plain, not her running-walk. Not yet, at least. Her long dressage whip flashed with every step, no matter has smooth it was. And now she did ask for that running walk Bambi provided. Anne held her chin high, kept her heels down, and see-sawed with her hands ever so slightly as to tuck the mare's nose down. Once satisfied, the motion of her hands stopped and they countinued, around the large ring two or three times. Everything was silent, not even the birds called. This was an eerie silence. Anne didn't like it, and didn't want it.
"Step it up, Bambi, step it up!"
She spoke with confidence, and the mare responded to the words and picked her legs up higher, and her tail did the same. Anne was pleased; this mare always did please her. After the mare and her rider grew bored, the slim person atop the muscular mare asked for a brisk canter. Bambi, being lazy, had the wrong lead. They slowed to a trot, and she asked for a canter again. This time they got it, and finished off their ride with a change of direction and the same pattern.
"Good girl, nicely done,"
she spoke, and dismounted softly. They both left, unharmed by this taunting ring they both half-dispised. They left with their pride and health still with them.