[open] start a fire !

[aubrey leah wilder]

here we go, just lose control and let your body give in to the beat

"Move, stupid!" Aubrey growled at her gelding, pressing a finger into his side so she could step between him and the wall. Her patience was wearing thin. Fritz was completely oblivious to Aubrey's bad mood and took his sweet time shifting to the middle of the aisle. Aubrey heaved a sigh and placed her saddle on his back, then tightened the girth and pulled on his bell boots. She didn't plan on jumping today, but the klutz was still liable to step all over himself.

Aubrey tugged her helmet on her head before putting Fritz's bridle on. She paused for a moment to calm herself down and breathe. It wouldn't do to be worked up before she even got on her horse. She'd need all her mental capacity to deal with him if he was going to have a bad day. From the looks of it, it was going to be a difficult ride.

Sometimes she wished she had better horses, more money, a better trainer. Dealing with Mr. Stupid was not top on her list of things she liked to do, but then again, he had made her a better rider. Aubrey flipped the reins over Fritz's head and walked down the aisle to the indoor arena, where she tightened the girth again, pulled down her stirrups, and jumped into the saddle. As Fritz walked off, she did up the snap on her helmet and pulled her crop out of her back pocket.

Aubrey began her warm-up routine simply, with a shoulder-in on a circle at walk. She hated to ride horses that didn't bend, and thankfully, bending was one thing Fritz was good at and liked. Aubrey's lips twitched up into a small smile as he stepped over and complied with her request. A few more circles, alternating directions and degree of bend, before Aubrey turned her heels into Fritz's ribs and asked for a trot.

She could feel the oncoming storm before it hit. Fritz, unhappy at being cooped up in a trailer for hours and then not ridden for two days, threw his hind end up in the air. Aubrey sat well back and kept her leg on, all the while pulling his head up off the ground. "Get up there!" she growled at him. Her efforts didn't seem to have much of an effect on the black gelding, who continued bucking as if she was doing nothing at all. Aubrey shifted her reins into one hand and delivered a sharp smack to his butt with her crop. Fritz grunted and surged forward into the required trot, although his ears were still pinned back.

The fight was over as soon as it had begun, a stroke of luck for whoever had just entered the arena. Aubrey didn't want to look back and check; she didn't know anyone anyways. She'd just let them address her first. Better to seem too cocky than to be overly friendly.

tagged: open words: four hundred ninety-five outfit: here notes: pretty decent post

[Ash James Launer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background: url(http://www.photos-public-domain.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/light-red-canvas-fabric-texture.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] [/style][style=padding-top: 5px; line-height: 10px; text-align: center; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;] sometimes, they say this should feel something like fire. Great. Another girl was already in there. Ash was hoping to be by himself in the arena. He guessed that now if he ever wanted to be alone he would have to wait until way later, or way earlier. He led Mister behind him. His gorgeous Appaloosa was dying to get to some riding. The pair walked to the middle of the arena slowly. Ash stopped and turned to check the girth. He tightened it and climbed up onto the stallion. Mister quickly began to walk, excited to get exercised. Ash didn't bother to correct him. He snuck a peak at the girl, then focused his attention on Mister. Ash walked Mister around the arena a few times. He felt awkward, though. Maybe it was because there was another rider in the arena? And it could have been because she was a girl. So yeah, Ash got slightly nervous around girls. Was that so bad? Well, it wasn't something to admit to someone. Ash again looked over at her. She was a pretty good rider. And it looked like her horse was giving her a hard time. Though, what it looked like to him was that her attitude was rubbing off on him. To say something or to not say something about it... "Um, excuse me," Ash said as he rode up next to her. "Getting mad at him will only result in him fighting you even more." He knew he had to place to give her advice. Heck, Ash never even listened to advice. But maybe this girl would accept the advice. "Um, I'm Ash." words: 269 tagged: Aubrey muse: 7/10 notes: Ash, just leave her alone.

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[aubrey leah wilder]

here we go, just lose control and let your body give in to the beat

Aubrey alternated tapping Fritz with her heels and bumping his mouth, getting the gelding to extend himself and pick up his shoulder before she started circling again. Still a shoulder-in, but Aubrey was more insistent about Fritz engaging his back and hip at trot than at walk. He had the annoying tendency to give his neck in a false bend, instead of the full-body, correct way that Aubrey wanted.

While she was circling and working Fritz down to a reasonable form, she got a good look at the newcomer, as subtly as she could. Male, taller than she was, one of those punk types from the looks of him. The horse was more intriguing; an Appaloosa? She saw plenty of them at home, and they were great jumpers for the most part, but she thought everyone here would have a million-dollar Warmblood. Stereotypes weren't always right, she reasoned.

Aubrey felt Fritz change from resistant to pliable on the fifth or sixth circle, so she switched directions and did the same thing to the other side. It only took four circles this time, and at the end, Fritz was moving at a working trot and actually carrying himself. Aubrey gave him his head and was pleasantly surprised when Fritz didn't change much, except for poke his nose out a little.

"Good boy, Fritzy," she said, transitioning back to a walk and giving him a pat. Better than she expected, really. "Um, excuse me. Getting mad at him will only result in him fighting you even more," said a voice from somewhere behind her. She jumped a little before twisting in the saddle and regarding the boy. "Um, I'm Ash."

Aubrey gave him a smile. "Well, Ash, I'm Aubrey, and this is Fritz. I'm not mad at him; he's actually doing a lot better than I thought he would," she explained in a voice that was just a little bit patronizing. "I gave him a chance to listen before I smacked him. If he had listened to my leg, I would never have even touched him with my crop. But he didn't, and with dangerous behavior like bucking, I only ask once before I start insisting."

Aubrey patted Fritz again as she turned around in the saddle. "You're welcome to ride him if you have a different way about it!" she told Ash over her shoulder as she asked for a trot again. This time, he was engaged from the start and didn't even offer to buck, kick, or rear.

tagged: ash launer words: four hundred thirty-eight notes: none

[Ash James Launer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background: url(http://www.photos-public-domain.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/light-red-canvas-fabric-texture.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] [/style][style=padding-top: 5px; line-height: 10px; text-align: center; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;] sometimes, they say this should feel something like fire. "Ah, I see," was all Ash could say. He was never one to really talk to anyone first. That was his issue with being so shy. And now this girl probably thought he was a punk loser that had nothing better to do then bother other people. Ash could have kicked himself right then and there. Why couldn't he even keep his mouth shut and mind his own business? He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, and pushed Mister to a trot. First it was a sitting trot to get Mister warmed up a bit more. After doing that, they moved into a faster trot. Ash counted the beats and hung onto the saddle with his knees. Whenever Mister's rail leg moved fowards, Ash pushed his hips forwards. He could tell Mister wanted to go faster. Ash steered him towards the middle where they did circles. First they went towards the right, then they switched to the left. Afterwards, they went back to the rail. Ash gave Mister a good pat. He was doing pretty well today. "Good boy," Ash said, praising him quietly. He still felt a little awkward with Aubrey being in there too. He hoped that she wasn't paying much attention to him. words: 210 // tagged: Aubrey // muse: 10/10 // notes: Ash is such a weirdo XD

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[aubrey leah wilder]

here we go, just lose control and let your body give in to the beat

Aubrey pushed the whole conversation with Ash out of her mind. She'd deal with it later, although she had a nagging feeling that procrastination would only make matters worse. She didn't really want to come across as a bitch, but she also wanted to get things done, and she couldn't do that if she was chatting.

She pushed Fritz back up to a trot and let him stretch his head toward the ground, loosening his back up. Her plan today was just to stretch out his muscles, but given the little explosion earlier, Aubrey wanted to get some real work in so Fritz didn't think he could get away with murder.

Aubrey slowly bent him into a large circle at the far end of the arena. Gradually, she picked up her inside rein and started to push him into the bridle. Halfway through the first circle, Fritz got sluggish and started dragging his feet. Aubrey pursed her lips and sunk down into the saddle to encourage him forward with her hips at sitting trot. It was a dressage technique she had picked up years ago, and it worked well, at least for Fritz.

After a few circles, Aubrey felt confident in Fritz's balance. She was about to ask him for a canter when she realized that Ash was coming up on the rail, and they were on a bit of a collision course. Aubrey collected Fritz's stride so she didn't run straight in to the other rider and kept him collected until Ash had turned the corner and called out a "Sorry!" because she couldn't avoid getting uncomfortably close to the stallion.

Once they were past, Aubrey squeezed with her outside leg and prepared herself for the inevitable mild buck that always accompanied the first canter of the day. She wasn't disappointed, but as long as Fritz moved into the canter without other disagreement (he did), she didn't correct him. She had long since given up that battle.

tagged: ash launer words: three hundred thirty notes: they're both weirdos, haha