A Jump for the Heart [OPEN]

[Calla Hart]

[/b][/color] She snatched up the reins, turning the hyped-up gelding in a tight circle to stop him from bucking. The chestnut gelding let out a snort, tossing his mane around like a lunatic. Calla pushed him forward, sending him into a working canter to relieve his bad habits. He resisted, pulling the reins forward, and she gave him a tap with her spurs. Wild and unresponsive, Twist shot forward, and she seesawed on the reins, letting the gelding know that she was in charge. With a tap on his shoulder from her crop, he bent his head into a frame, as if to say he was sorry. Calla shook her head on top of his huge back, bringing him back to a working trot and then eventually to a walk. Patting his sweaty neck, she wanted to take him over a few 1.20m jumps. She took a while to shorten her stirrups, giving Twist a break before pushing him too hard. Once she was ready, gathering up her reins, she asked the gelding for a light but forward canter. She was going to make up a course along the way.

She pointed her horse to a 3 foot upright, Twist launched himself in the air. She gave him enough release, landing safely on the other side. Turning a sharp corner, she felt Twist rock back on his heels and dig into the ground, she steered her horse towards a black and yellow oxer. He took that with ease, speeding up and Calla made sure to check him before heading to a red and blue combination. Twist hated combinations, so she pushed him on and he pricked his ears forward, blasting through the combination with no troubles. The highest jump on the course was a 1.40m spread, which they had never succeeded at before. Calla had faith in her horse, sending him on with enough speed. "C'mon boy. You can make it.." She whispered to her horse for faith, tapping him with the spurs. He gathered all of his strength and pushed. It felt like forever before they touched ground. She had to look back if they made it. Once she saw the spread was upright, she dropped the reins and gave Twist the biggest pat on the neck, still cantering. Bringing him down to a walk, she grinned and hugged his sweaty neck. "Good boy, Twist. You were super" She walked him out on a loose rein, finished in the arena. She would stay cooling him out, and if anyone wanted the arena, they could have it.[/color]
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LYRICS:Wonderwall – Oasis
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