Post by aubrey leah wilder on Jan 12, 2012 19:48:09 GMT -5
here we go, just lose control and let your body give in to the beat
Aubrey had been watching the arenas all day, trying to figure out what the best time would be to get the best out of Fritz would be. He needed a good, long workout over jumps, and she didn't want to fight for space on the rail or worry about running into people to do it. For those reasons, the indoor arena was almost always a bad choice, and by the time it was do-or-die, the outdoor was too dark.
Lucky for her, the majority of the students were out of the barn to eat dinner. Aubrey had occupied herself all day with classes and an English paper that refused to conclude itself, watching riders out her dorm window. She had gone through a can of peanuts and a bag of chips, which admittedly wasn't the best food, but she wasn't hungry and felt good enough to go out and ride as dinner was being served.
Fritz was clean and ready to go in just a few minutes. Aubrey led him to the jumping arena and pulled her stirrups down before checking her girth and plucking a crop from the rack by the gate. She had lost her normal one, and besides, the borrowed one felt better in her hand. Aubrey swung up into the saddle and immediately asked for a walk. After a lap, in which Aubrey let Fritz take a good look at the fences, she began to ask him to come into her hand. Some of her work over the past week had stuck; Fritz didn't resist the contact and actually engaged his hip.
Aubrey smiled and gave him a pat, then started leg yielding on and off the long rail. Fritz tossed his head a few times, but he was generally good. It didn't take long for Aubrey to feel confident in his balance and ask for a trot. Fritz was a little sluggish, but a quick squeeze with her legs fixed the problem, and within a few strides, Fritz was moving just as nicely as any top hunter.
"That's my boy," Aubrey murmured to him. She left him to his own devices, trusting the gelding to carry himself without her help. He took up the challenge with vigor. "Maybe you can be normal for one ride. Too much to ask, buddy?" she whispered. Normally her rides started badly and ended up great, but on the off chance that Fritz was feeling good, Aubrey wanted to make the most of it.
Lucky for her, the majority of the students were out of the barn to eat dinner. Aubrey had occupied herself all day with classes and an English paper that refused to conclude itself, watching riders out her dorm window. She had gone through a can of peanuts and a bag of chips, which admittedly wasn't the best food, but she wasn't hungry and felt good enough to go out and ride as dinner was being served.
Fritz was clean and ready to go in just a few minutes. Aubrey led him to the jumping arena and pulled her stirrups down before checking her girth and plucking a crop from the rack by the gate. She had lost her normal one, and besides, the borrowed one felt better in her hand. Aubrey swung up into the saddle and immediately asked for a walk. After a lap, in which Aubrey let Fritz take a good look at the fences, she began to ask him to come into her hand. Some of her work over the past week had stuck; Fritz didn't resist the contact and actually engaged his hip.
Aubrey smiled and gave him a pat, then started leg yielding on and off the long rail. Fritz tossed his head a few times, but he was generally good. It didn't take long for Aubrey to feel confident in his balance and ask for a trot. Fritz was a little sluggish, but a quick squeeze with her legs fixed the problem, and within a few strides, Fritz was moving just as nicely as any top hunter.
"That's my boy," Aubrey murmured to him. She left him to his own devices, trusting the gelding to carry himself without her help. He took up the challenge with vigor. "Maybe you can be normal for one ride. Too much to ask, buddy?" she whispered. Normally her rides started badly and ended up great, but on the off chance that Fritz was feeling good, Aubrey wanted to make the most of it.
tagged: open words: four hundred eighteen outfit: here notes: lol, fritz
