Post by envyreneehopkins on Feb 7, 2012 20:28:26 GMT -5
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Her riding boots tapped the concrete with each step, and she hummed to herself as she walked calmly down the isle. Horses peered at her, nickering and snorting. Some pawed at their doors, anxious to be taken out. Envy passed a few horses, stroking their nose absentmindedly as she did so. There was only one boy on her mind. Chance.
She'd recently bought the gelding, and already, she found herself attached to the Dutch Warmblood. She was flattered to have found such a nice horse at a great price. However, she had found a flaw in Chance. He was a bit frisky. A get-up-and-go kind of horse. While Envy had usually dealt with calm horses, she was almost positive that she could handle Chance. Her riding experience dated back to when she was just a young child. She knew how to handle horses, and how to react in certain situations. After all, it wasn't like she hadn't had to to deal with a stubborn or hyper horse before. Chance would be no different.
The gelding finally poked his head over his stall, nostril flaring, eyes shining in the dim lighting of the stable. Envy's lips curled into a gentle smile as she stroked the gelding's forehead. "Hello, handsome." She murmured as she slipped into his stall, closing the door behind her. Chance immediately began sniffing and nipping at her brown locks. Envy pushed his head away and gave him a firm 'no.' The gelding simply moved his head to the side, pinning his ears slightly. Envy put down the grooming box and took out a curry comb, and began to move it in circular motions over the equine's bay coat. The gelding flicked his banner irritably and nipped at Envy, almost biting her arm. Envy jumped in surprised and slapped the horse's neck. "No." She repeated firmly. Chance tossed his head.
It was almost forty-five minutes of struggling to groom the gelding, since Envy had to repeatedly scold him and avoid being nipped. It seemed he wasn't too fond of groomings. Perhaps he was more familiar with baths, though Envy hadn't thought to find out at the time, and it was detail his previous owners had left out. Envy finally left Chance's stall and went into the tack room, slinging Chance's black halter and bright green lead rope over her shoulder and grabbing his bit and bridle. She hung them on hooks on either side of the equine's stall before going back to the tack room and retrieving the english jumping saddle and white saddle blanket, both had Chance's name engraved in gold on the side.
She walked back into the horse's stall with his halter, reaching up behind his ears to grab the clip end of the halter and slip it over his nose. He behaved well now. Envy led the horse out and tied him on the tie ring at his stall. She then placed the blanket precisely on this curved back, and then came the saddle. She was surprised when she didn't need to fight with Chance to tighten the girth. She rewarded him with a pat on the neck and a sugar cube, before kissing her equine on the cheek. "See. That's a good boy." She said in a sing-song voice. She then took off the halter and clipped it around his neck, so she could slide the bit and bridle on. He took the bit without much of a fuss, and Envy slung the reins over his long neck. She rewarded him with another pat and another sugar cube.
Envy looked out at the stables with her bright blue eyes. No one else was around, as far as she could see. She unclipped the halter, but left it hanging on the stall, for when she decided to put the gelding away for the evening. It was only twelve, and Envy had planned out a schedule around her new job at the Bluebird Diner and social time with her other pets. So far, everything worked out well.
She led the gelding into the indoor jumping ring and sighed. The area was immense. Much larger than she was use too, and her already tiny frame felt even smaller in the large arena. She swung easily onto the gelding's back and tugged the reins lightly, and the horse responded.
It only took the second trot around the arena for Envy to notice that Chance responded to the slightest touch. Finally, Envy moved Chance into a steady gallop, and began to work him over the ground poles, gradually moving from smaller jumps to larger. Chance moved with elegance, and experience, as did Envy. It seemed almost that the two were a match made in Heaven. Even still, Envy found herself struggling to adjust to this new life.
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