Post by Tyra Friedman on Jun 18, 2010 2:58:01 GMT -5
Tyra rose early to fetch the youngster, Exactly that. A rose grey filly of two years old, she was a G5 having won one of her three races to date. Tyra had been lucky to find the filly on sale, and had snatched her up quickly when she had. The filly had soul, and soul was what kept this place going.
The filly was in the door to her stable, showing off to the others nearby, winding them up. She had quickly become boss of the other filly's in the pasture and she liked to show them that she was staying their. Tyra wasn't sure how long the others would stand for it, but she would keep an eye out for trouble.
Seeing Tyra the fily settled, whinnying to her regular jockey and tossing her head. The gesture never failed to make Tyra smile and she took the headcollar hanging next to the stall and put it on the filly, leading her out of the stable into the courtyard, where she would be groomed and tacked up ready for training.
Once the filly was ready, Tyra lead the obedient creature down toward the dirt training course where she tightened the girth and mounted, patting the grey as they moved into a walk. Tyra was used to the filly's movement already, and so moved her through the aces quickly until they reached a gallop. Today, they would just run. Soon, however, the real training would begin.
Rose's ears twitched. She could hear her hooves against the track, feel the dirt shifting beneath them. It was exhilerating, but she did not gallop fast. Sure, she could, but it wasn't her style. In the race she liked to bide her time, and she'd do the same in this workout. She kept a constant pace for several furlongs before pushing, a great burst of speed pushing her onward. She kept pushing and pushing, exhilerated by the wins whipping at her mane and the feel of the dirt beneath her hooves. She could sense Tyra's happiness upon her back and this only spurred her on more.
Once Tyra was sure that Rose was running well she pulled her back down through the paces until they stopped. She dismounted, speaking softly to the filly, and untacked her. Joseph Black grabbed the tack as Tyra led the filly back up to the yard.
The filly was in the door to her stable, showing off to the others nearby, winding them up. She had quickly become boss of the other filly's in the pasture and she liked to show them that she was staying their. Tyra wasn't sure how long the others would stand for it, but she would keep an eye out for trouble.
Seeing Tyra the fily settled, whinnying to her regular jockey and tossing her head. The gesture never failed to make Tyra smile and she took the headcollar hanging next to the stall and put it on the filly, leading her out of the stable into the courtyard, where she would be groomed and tacked up ready for training.
Once the filly was ready, Tyra lead the obedient creature down toward the dirt training course where she tightened the girth and mounted, patting the grey as they moved into a walk. Tyra was used to the filly's movement already, and so moved her through the aces quickly until they reached a gallop. Today, they would just run. Soon, however, the real training would begin.
Rose's ears twitched. She could hear her hooves against the track, feel the dirt shifting beneath them. It was exhilerating, but she did not gallop fast. Sure, she could, but it wasn't her style. In the race she liked to bide her time, and she'd do the same in this workout. She kept a constant pace for several furlongs before pushing, a great burst of speed pushing her onward. She kept pushing and pushing, exhilerated by the wins whipping at her mane and the feel of the dirt beneath her hooves. She could sense Tyra's happiness upon her back and this only spurred her on more.
Once Tyra was sure that Rose was running well she pulled her back down through the paces until they stopped. She dismounted, speaking softly to the filly, and untacked her. Joseph Black grabbed the tack as Tyra led the filly back up to the yard.