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Post by Beka Harrison on May 25, 2011 23:23:54 GMT -8
 
It really couldn't be a more perfect day. The weather was just right for riding: not too hot, not too cold. Beka was also in incredibly high spirits. Illarion would be sent out within the next few days so that she would be able to work on her english riding again. She was so excited to get back into the english saddle, and she knew how desperately she could use the practice on a much more suitable horse than Pocatello. The little paint horse didn't mind the different saddle, but the moment she started posting while he was trotting he immediately began to stop listening. Even trying to get him to go over some of the smaller jumps was practically futile. Obviously her little mare was much better suited for their western adventures and she had never put her under the english saddle again. This only made Illarion's arrival that much more important, though. If she wanted to succeed, she would need the practice, and he was the only one she trusted to provide that for her.
"Okay, Pocatello, are you ready for a little loping?" Beka asked softly. She knew this part of the trail well enough that she knew her mare couldn't get hurt on any unseen holes or dips in the ground. She could handle this area. The only response Beka got was a small flick of Pocatello's ears. That was all she needed, though. She leaned forward in her saddle and gave a few clucking sounds before Pocatello launched into a smooth lope. It was always Beka's favorite part of a trail ride. They could go fast and feel as free as the wind, but it wasn't too fast to where she would worry about Pocatello's well being too much. She could feel the wind rushing by her ears as Pocatello picked up the pace, stretching her legs out even further until Beka became worried that her mare would soon launch into a gallop if she didn't rein her back soon. She leaned back in the saddle and tugged lightly on the reins. "Okay, girl. I think that's enough," she said as they slowed to an easy trot. She looked over her shoulder and tried to gauge how far away from the stables they were now. Should they keep going or head back? It hadn't been that long, had it? Who knew? She always tended to lose track of the time whenever she was on the trail.
hey it’s, Finished!
cause you’re awesome, Open
they’re all, 410 words
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ She's out on the trails, if you didn't notice. She'd be willing to keep going or head back, either way. ”
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Post by Rosalie Munro on May 27, 2011 0:25:28 GMT -8
  The gentle breeze blew softly onto her face. She had to admit the weather here was a lot nicer, for starters it would have been raining back home by now. Jimbo snorted and Rose patted his neck. It was nice to get out of an arena and the countryside around here was so lovely she just couldn't help but want to explore. She only wished she had someone to explore it with, at least she had Jimbo. The big bay stallion stretched his legs out nicely under the event saddle. There was only one reason she'd put the jump saddle on for a hack and that was so she could have a good gallop.
Reaching the soft springy grass Rose felt the stallion pick up his stride. Raising his head slightly, "Not yet," she said collecting up her reins slightly. She let the horse pick up an easy trot, checking her surroundings for no other horses and riders before Jimbo lurched into a forward canter letting out a buck. She was use to his springy legs so sat the buck and squeezed him forward. Letting him pick his path carefully.
A smile spread across her face as she let the big horse pick up a gallop. The ground rose slightly and Jimbo offered her more, "no boy, not yet," she told him. Seeing someone up ahead on a horse. She pulled him up to a steady canter, then a trot and it wasn't long before they were quite close to the other horse and rider. She could see make out the paint colour of the horse and the western saddle, Rose had never ridden western. She'd always wanted to give it a go but it wasn't popular in england. She squeezed back on her reins lightly asking Jimbo to pick up a walk as they approached the other horse and rider.
"Hey. Sorry about cantering up like that. I didn't think we were that close to anyone." Rose apologized she thought she recognised the girl, perhaps she'd seen her around the school? Then again everyone looked the same at the moment. "I'm Rosalie, by the way." she smiled at the girl. Perhaps they'd be able to ride along together a bit more? Or head back to the stables together.
Word Count;; 367
Lyrics;; Tracey Chapman - Fast Car
Notes;; Layout sucks. Sorry. Long time since i made one so it's a work in progress.
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Post by Beka Harrison on May 31, 2011 16:48:29 GMT -8
Beka glanced down at her watch. Well, it really hadn't been as long as she thought it was. Pocatello slowed to a walk and finally stopped as she dipped her head to snag a snack off the side of the trail. "Hey! None of that now. You can eat later, girl," Beka said as she tugged up on the reins. Pocatello took a few steps back in response before finally realizing what the tugging meant. A snort escaped her nostrils as Beka took another look around. Her eyes immediately widened when she saw another horse and rider blazing up the trail. She clutched the reins a little tighter, but she knew old Pocatello would just ignore the pair. Nothing ever surprised that horse.
Beka almost breathed a sigh of relief once Rosalie and Jimbo slowed down. She had had to deal with speeders on the trail way too many times before, and it was nice to see someone else with manners out here. She nodded a quiet reply to Rosalie's greeting before finally introducing herself. "I'm Beka, and this is Pocatello," she said as she gave her mare a soft pat on the shoulder. "We were just going to continue down the trail for awhile. Care to join us?"
hey it’s, Finished!
cause you’re awesome, Rosalie
they’re all, 208 words
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ Kinda short, but thanks for showing up.”
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Post by Rosalie Munro on Jun 3, 2011 13:41:07 GMT -8
Rosalie smiled to the girl as she introduced herself as Beka and her horse as Pocatello. Jimbo reached his head down to snatch up some of the long juicy grass. Rose gave a little tug on the rein and he lifted his head up. Shaking it in disgusted at not being allowed to eat the grass, he reached out with her right fore leg and pawed the ground. Rosalie laughed at him, "This is Jimbo, he's a bit of a character," she told Beka patting the big bay stallion.
'We were just going to continue down the trail for awhile. Care to join us?' Rosalie grinned in response to the question. "I'd love to." she said, "It's been so boring riding on my own since i got here from England" she told Beka. Glad that the girl had invited her to go on a hack. She needed to start making friends or at least finding people to ride with to help ease the pain of missing home and all her friends back there.
Giving Jimbo a squeeze with her leg Rose made him walk forward down the trail. "Have you been at Aspire long?" Rose asked, wondering if Beka was as new as she was.  204 words,
Song Lyrics Fast Car by Tracey Chapman,
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