Post by cedric on Oct 15, 2005 2:56:14 GMT
The arena was dark, the freshly-raked arena finally settled. A strong wind wound it's way around the arena, making sometimes startling noises as the twigs and boughs of branches smacked against the windows and walls. For most people, this day, by far, was one that wasn't intended for riding in, even if one chose to use the indoor arena. But for Cedric, it was all an opportunity to spook-proof her horses more.
A monotone hum filled the air as the arena's bright lights were turned on, illuminating the soft footing and the glory of the empty stands around the edges of the arena. Suddenly, the gentle 'clip-clop' of un-shod hooves upon cobblestone filled the still air as a horse and un-mounted rider walked into the arena. It was Cedric, leading her Egyptian Arabian stallion Cygnus.
Cygnus was fairly large for an arabian, standing at about 15.3 hands. But he was built like a sporthorse, as his breeding presented. Sired by the mighty Cytosk, Cygnus's bloodlines were meant for sport. Though muscular and fit, his body still carried proudly the pieces of Arabian splendor; a dished face, with big, expressive eyes, slightly curved ears, high set tail, short back, and elegant, long legs. The bay stallion stood, head thingyed proudly, ears darting back and forth at the sounds of the wind through the trees.
Cedric smiled, adjusting the fit of her chaps so they wouldn't fall to the ground. Closing the arena door, she moved to the side of the western saddle and checked the cinch. Then, putting the split reins crossed upon the horse's withers, she went to the stirrup and poot her feet in, skillfully mounting the horse without much hassle or 'thud'. Cygnus snorted as she mounted, eager to get going. His mouth played with the western bit, and with a gentle use of spur, Cedric moved Cygnus into a long, stridey walk.
Within about ten minutes of warming up on both reins, Cedric asked Cygnus to pick up a jog. The horse did so immediatly, moving forewards with an energetic and balanced jog. His nose popped ahead of the verticle for a quick second as a noise in the far corner spooked him, but the stallion kept his composure. Cedric smiled, urging Cygnus on and sitting gracefully upon his back. She made a few figure eights, bending to both the inside and the outside, before asking for a lope. Cygnus moved off steadily, but kicked out his back legs slightly as he gained more balance. His lope was quite smooth, almost pillow-soft, and Cedric was easily able to sit it out and move with the motion.
Soon enough, the hour was up, and cooling down Cygnus, Cedric finished up and took the beautiful bay stallion back to the barn for his dinner and a good night's rest.
A monotone hum filled the air as the arena's bright lights were turned on, illuminating the soft footing and the glory of the empty stands around the edges of the arena. Suddenly, the gentle 'clip-clop' of un-shod hooves upon cobblestone filled the still air as a horse and un-mounted rider walked into the arena. It was Cedric, leading her Egyptian Arabian stallion Cygnus.
Cygnus was fairly large for an arabian, standing at about 15.3 hands. But he was built like a sporthorse, as his breeding presented. Sired by the mighty Cytosk, Cygnus's bloodlines were meant for sport. Though muscular and fit, his body still carried proudly the pieces of Arabian splendor; a dished face, with big, expressive eyes, slightly curved ears, high set tail, short back, and elegant, long legs. The bay stallion stood, head thingyed proudly, ears darting back and forth at the sounds of the wind through the trees.
Cedric smiled, adjusting the fit of her chaps so they wouldn't fall to the ground. Closing the arena door, she moved to the side of the western saddle and checked the cinch. Then, putting the split reins crossed upon the horse's withers, she went to the stirrup and poot her feet in, skillfully mounting the horse without much hassle or 'thud'. Cygnus snorted as she mounted, eager to get going. His mouth played with the western bit, and with a gentle use of spur, Cedric moved Cygnus into a long, stridey walk.
Within about ten minutes of warming up on both reins, Cedric asked Cygnus to pick up a jog. The horse did so immediatly, moving forewards with an energetic and balanced jog. His nose popped ahead of the verticle for a quick second as a noise in the far corner spooked him, but the stallion kept his composure. Cedric smiled, urging Cygnus on and sitting gracefully upon his back. She made a few figure eights, bending to both the inside and the outside, before asking for a lope. Cygnus moved off steadily, but kicked out his back legs slightly as he gained more balance. His lope was quite smooth, almost pillow-soft, and Cedric was easily able to sit it out and move with the motion.
Soon enough, the hour was up, and cooling down Cygnus, Cedric finished up and took the beautiful bay stallion back to the barn for his dinner and a good night's rest.
