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[zooey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=height,568,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2uqnh1z.png] Brooklyn's breath was soft as she kept the large gelding in a collected trot, his head bobbing up in down with delight. This was perhaps the second time she was riding him since she got to the stables but already she fell in love with him very much. His gait was smooth and effortless, and he had a nack for correcting strides even when she was off a bit. She had only been riding for about nine months so she couldn't of been the best out there. Back home she remembered the nights she'd sneak from her house to be with the lesson mare named Damara. A soft smile crossed her lips as she slowly hugged the gelding's barrel as she asked for a canter. Previously she had set up a set of three parallels and five oxers. These jumps were no higher then 2'1 off the ground. Curling her left hand against the rein and tapping her right foot she asked for Vincent to turn to the left and he did so obediently. "Atta Boy V, let's start on that corner." Brooklyn said softly, as she lead him into a canter, the three beat rocking gait carried her quicker to the first parallel. The red and white colored set of two poles coming into closer view. "One..Two.. There.." Brooklyn's eyes narrowed as she counted her strides, feeling Vincent start to tense up a bit. Leaning forward the last stride was over now as the gelding collected and jumped over, her knees firmly placed on his frame as she had reached over to his mane. Instantly came the flight as she started to lean back, digging her heels down before landing roughly, her hands having learned to grip his mane a little harder to not fall off. Vincent snorted as he recovered and leaned back to a slower canter, a weak grin on Brooklyn's lips as her hand tapped against his wither approvingly. And so they were off to the second set. "Brooklyn's Speech" "Brooklyn's Thoughts" Others Speech

[brittany nicole hale]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border: 1px dotted grey;] i will be rising from the ground , Britt tightened the girth on the western saddle. She examined it before tightening it one more hole. Satisfied, she removed the stirrup from the horn and tested the saddle by jerking it from side-to-side. She smiled, then walked to the tack room and, grabbing Dutch’s bridle from the hook and heading back to the stall. This was the final piece needed. She removed the halter and slipped the bit into his mouth, sliding the headstall over his ears. He was such a handsome boy, and the first horse she had ever trained. He was her buddy, the one horse she had no doubts in her mind about. She trusted him completely, and he had always seemed to trust her as well. They were a team and there was nothing that she thought they couldn’t overcome together. Not to say that Britt didn’t love her other boy, Ares. He was her English horse, one she had also bought from a young age and trained herself. He was still a bit green, but he was doing absolutely wonderful and showed great potential. Britt would work with him later in the day when she had a break in lessons. At the moment she was working with Dutch, though, and her mind was completely focused on that. She grabbed the reins and led the gelding out of his stall, headed for the barn’s indoor arena. She was surprised to see someone already there. She paused at the gate to watch, the instructor in her taking over and deciding to watch the girl’s movements. Britt recognized her at once as one of her lesson students. She was doing pretty good. There was room for improvement, though. Everyone had room for improvement. Britt watched as she completed the course and waited until she slowed her horse. “Hey!” When she looked up Britt waved her over. “What was that?” she asked, a small tone of surprise in her voice. “How come I haven’t seen that during your lessons?” Britt offered her a small smile. tagged: brooklyn zooey ventura // words: 337 // notes: sorry this took so long!! made by luna. do not use.

[zooey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=height,568,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2uqnh1z.png] Up and over the ginger colored gelding went, snorting slowly as his tail slapped against his hocks. He kept a smooth rhythm for her as Zooey asked for a canter towards the fourth jump. Zooey slowly collected the reins as she slowed Roulette down for a brief moment, counting the strides again as they came onto the jump. Repeating what she had learned she could only watch with amazement before turning Vincent, hugging his barrel asking for a slow canter as they went over the 5th jump. Two more to go, remembering what her trainer had taught her, heels down chin dipped as she mentally counted the strides. Being novice she skipped a stride but Vincent quickly made up for it and bunny hopped over the 2'1 jump, landing with a thud. These jumps weren't enough to hold any scope to them but she still enjoyed buoyancy. Smiling softly, pleased that she hadn't lost the bit of training she had, Zooey turned the gelding asking for a faster canter along the inside as they came up to the last jump a lower 2'2 oxer. Legs curled in some as his muscles glistened, the sunlight that fell in through the upper windows of the indoor arena was highlighting trained jumping complexion of the mount perfectly. They nailed it, hooves pushing on the dirt as the gelding cleared it, head raised before snorting firmly. Reaching down, Zooey firmly patted his neck cooing the large male. "Your such a good boy Vince" A smile was on her face before a voice came to her ears. "“What was that?” Naturally Vincent perked his ears and turned his face in the direction of the sound, in unison to Zooey as she smiled even larger. Quickly turning Vince she trotted him over to her trainer and friend, Brittany. “How come I haven’t seen that during your lessons?” Zooey's cheeks flushed a crimson color as her eyes rolled upwards a bit as if thinking before winking to her. "Oh I just wanted to surprise you maybe?" She said softly before stroking his thick neck. Her bangs fell over her eyes some as Vince nickered a greeting to the gelding besides the blonde haired trainer as his ears flicked sideways. Calm in temperament, one of the things Zooey simply loved about her lesson horse. "Brooklyn's Speech" "Brooklyn's Thoughts" Others Speech