Post by whisper on Nov 5, 2012 18:34:12 GMT -5
As she entered the tack room, the overpowering smell of leather hit her nose. Inhaling the wondrous smell, she stops for a moment and closes her eyes. I love my job. Picking up a bridle and saddle with the name Sweeping Sunrise, she leaves the room and walks down the dimly lit isle of stalls fulls of racing thoroughbreds. Stopping in front of a stall with the same name as the saddlery and peeking through the metal bars, her eyes study a strawberry roan equine.
"Hey, girl." She whispers.
The horse lifts her head to the bars and exhales; acknowledging the girl's presence. The human opens the sliding door; soundless. She leads her companion to the middle of the isle and hooks rope to either side of the halter and saddles the thoroughbred. When done, the duo heads out to the training track.
The air was warm and heavy with the early morning dew. A light fog littered the ground around and on the track; giving it a mystic look. Today's the day to put her through her paces. Some training, but not much. Just enough to slide to a win in a maiden race. Nearing a mounting block, the human stops and mounts; balancing on a small piece of leather on top of a fifteen hundred pound racing animal.
Stepping on the track, Sweeping Sunrise's breath quickened. She knew, somehow, someway that this was one of those times. Even with no competition. It was early, and there was no one else on the track. Halting the animal in the middle of the fog covered track, she waits for a moment. Almost waiting for an imaginary bell to send them sprinting down the track.
Then, they run.
Sweeping Sunrise's neck is outstretched. Her grasping the ground; eating it. Her breathing is deep and quick. The rider; full concentration on staying on top of her ride. After a quick six furlongs, the human pulls up on the reins; attempting to slow the horse down. She does, and the horse slows enough for the rider to jump off. She leads Sweeping Sunrise off the track to cool her down.
"You did good."
"Hey, girl." She whispers.
The horse lifts her head to the bars and exhales; acknowledging the girl's presence. The human opens the sliding door; soundless. She leads her companion to the middle of the isle and hooks rope to either side of the halter and saddles the thoroughbred. When done, the duo heads out to the training track.
The air was warm and heavy with the early morning dew. A light fog littered the ground around and on the track; giving it a mystic look. Today's the day to put her through her paces. Some training, but not much. Just enough to slide to a win in a maiden race. Nearing a mounting block, the human stops and mounts; balancing on a small piece of leather on top of a fifteen hundred pound racing animal.
Stepping on the track, Sweeping Sunrise's breath quickened. She knew, somehow, someway that this was one of those times. Even with no competition. It was early, and there was no one else on the track. Halting the animal in the middle of the fog covered track, she waits for a moment. Almost waiting for an imaginary bell to send them sprinting down the track.
Then, they run.
Sweeping Sunrise's neck is outstretched. Her grasping the ground; eating it. Her breathing is deep and quick. The rider; full concentration on staying on top of her ride. After a quick six furlongs, the human pulls up on the reins; attempting to slow the horse down. She does, and the horse slows enough for the rider to jump off. She leads Sweeping Sunrise off the track to cool her down.
"You did good."