Post by Faye Brasseaux on Feb 9, 2007 19:20:32 GMT -5
Soon the sounds of hoofbeats changed as the mare picked up a freer, faster gait. There were no words to describe how it felt, the only thing close would be rebirth, rejuvenation. Faye nudged the mare gently on, leading her down the trails of the cross country course. She took a beginner course, just for fun, none of the jumps much higher than 2 and a half feet. That was as high as she felt like doing bareback. She urged the mare forward, pushing her into a quick canter. She could not help but smile as they splashed through a small stream. There weren't many jumps on that particular course, but it was good enough just to ride. They sailed over the last, ending up in a large clearing, when she pulled the mare to a stop. "What do you think, girl? Quick breeze alright with you?" Sin seemed to know what she meant, immediately beginning to step in place, anxious to run. "OK, not too fast, though." With that, she wrapped a bit of flaxen mane around one hand, high on the mare's neck. She leaned forward, and gave one loud "Hyah!". That was all it took.
Sin longed to open up, to show that she wasn't useless, she still had the energy, she was incomplete. She had been a champion, but had never gotten the chance to finish her career. She launched herself into a fourbeat, body stretching itself out against the lawn. In ground eating strides she covered the distance, sliding to a halt as she felt the bit tighten in her mouth. She shuffled in place, itching to run again.
Eyes wide, Faye patted the mare's strong neck. She hadn't gone that fast in a long time, and had almost forgotten the rush of an opened horse. The mare was settling down to stand as calmly as she had in the stall.
Sin longed to open up, to show that she wasn't useless, she still had the energy, she was incomplete. She had been a champion, but had never gotten the chance to finish her career. She launched herself into a fourbeat, body stretching itself out against the lawn. In ground eating strides she covered the distance, sliding to a halt as she felt the bit tighten in her mouth. She shuffled in place, itching to run again.
Eyes wide, Faye patted the mare's strong neck. She hadn't gone that fast in a long time, and had almost forgotten the rush of an opened horse. The mare was settling down to stand as calmly as she had in the stall.