Post by stormy yvonn on May 30, 2011 12:27:34 GMT -8
The day seemed perfect. Untainted by any sort of drama or back luck. Just, perfect. As a matter fact, the only thing that made the day so great was the fact that Stormy was with her best friend in the world. A mustang mare named Cherokee. She'd had the mare from a younger age, about ten to be exact, and they'd done everything together. Including winning ribbons. Stormy couldn't have asked for a better mare than Cherokee. As a matter of fact, Cherokee was the only horse that Stormy currently owned, though she planned on purchasing another as soon as possible that way Cherokee could be strictly for her Western riding. She wanted a Dutch Warmblood gelding to be exact. But for now that was just a dream.
Cherokee snorted underneath Stormy and the girl patted her neck, allowing herself to look about the round pen one last time. She used gentle leg pressure to turn Cherokee to her left and then patted her neck affectionately and clicking her tongue three times. Immediately, Cherokee moved to a soft canter, softening her muscles as she moved around the round pen. Stormy could feel the mare's body felx underneath hers, and she was suddenly glad she choosen to ride the femmora bareback today. It was just one of those days, so it seemed.
She applied gentle pressure with her left foot once more, pressing into the only white patch that tainted the mare's chestnut fur, besides the large blaze on her face, just between her bright blue eyes, and the stocking that claimed her right foreleg. The mare slowed her pace and turned to her left, picking up her cantering pace once more, and starting off with the right lead easily. Her ears were perked forward, listening for anything, as she was still rather new to the stables. The pair had only been here for a few days. Maybe a week. Stormy rubbed her mare's neck lightly before removing both hands from the beauty's mane and placing them on her withers instead. This was how Stormy made sure that she could keep her balance on her own. Plus, Cherokee was an intelligent mare. If Stormy so much as lost her balance a little and began to shift, the mare would slowl down.
Clearly, this was the case. Stormy felt Cherokee shift to a smooth trot and then a walk, then the mare stopped altogether, and looked back at Stormy with large, blue orbs. Stormy smiled and reached forward to rub between her eyes. "I'm alright girl." She said quietly. The mare snorted and then nickered lightly before Stormy sat upright to slide from her back. Cherokee watched her as she moved to the center of the round pen. Stormy pointed and clicked her tongue and Cherokee turned in that direction at a galloping pace, and dashed around the length of the round pen. The energy that radiated from her bodice was amazing, and it could be seen from far away.
Stormy pointed with her right hand and Cherokee skidded to a beautiful halt, like a reining champion, and whirled on her heels, turning so that her rump never turned towards Stormy. The teen smiled and threw both hands into the air. Cherokee halted completely and moved into towards Stormy, placing her muzzle in the girl's black hair and blowing gently. Stormy closed her eyes and stroked the mare. The two were harmonized perfectly.
W O R D | count; 571
T A G G E D | notes; open
M U S E | notes; kinda bad... :/
MUSIC | notes; be my runaway - racing kites
O T H E R | notes; didn't feel like posting an outfit link. xD
