Post by symphony on Feb 22, 2013 1:50:37 GMT -5
Tally Cremer, Selena Hassen and Terrence Whitlan
Tally sat at a table near the window of the cafe, two of her workers sitting across from her and a steaming cup of coffee sitting on the table amidst the many pieces of paperwork she had brought with her. Selena and Terry were deep in conversation about tomorrow's races, most of which contained entries from Tally's immense number of racers, while the trainer herself focused on her training schedules for the next few days, occasionally asking Selena for her opinion on one horse or another. Tally knew what each one was like to ride, her goal being to take out each of them herself at least once a week, but there were some that Selena had ridden more recently than Tally had, and she liked to have a second opinion on the matter anyway.
It was half past twelve, she noticed - only half an hour into the afternoon, though she had been up for nine or so hours already. Darren had left only ten or so minutes ago, after giving his opinion on where to run some of their more successful racers in the next few weeks. He had agreed with her on focusing Netta more on Juveniles like the Queen Elizabeth than open-age Features, though it was more than likely the promising filly would run in the highest-level races avaliable, if she was fit enough for them. So far, she had yet to hit her peak, having run second in a maiden a few weeks ago.
In addition to the busy racing schedule, Tally had hired several new people to keep up with the maintenance around the stables, especially in the mornings. They would be there and around the track to help with saddling and unsaddling, mucking out and grooming, and all kinds of small jobs that would allow her riders to get more horses through workouts in the mornings. One in particular was of interest to her - Sonya, a teenage girl who would be working part-time in mornings before school and some afternoons and weekends. Tally had met her once briefly, and as far as she could tell the girl had been very keen to start work.
She would have to find a suitable mount to test out Terry's riding skills sometime this week, she realised, scanning her lists. She would get a rough idea when they began work with the yearlings that afternoon; her eight or so youngsters were recieving further tuition in the subject of saddles and riders today, so she had asked Terry and Selena to stay at the stables for the day to help. They really had only come down to the cafe for lunch, as none of them had felt like making it themselves, and so sandwiches were on their way from the front.