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Post by Kalliope Tesni McCoy on Dec 19, 2012 2:59:23 GMT -5
Kalliope had sifted through her suitcase before leaving her hotel and arriving at the showground's stable. She had pulled on a pair of tan breeches and a long-sleeved, navy blue polo before slipping into her new Riding Sport vest, which she had invested in over the weekend. It was a good purchase, she had to admit. The young woman had never really been one for vests, but she knew she would get some serious mileage out of this particular vest. It was thin and warm instead of the bulky, down-filled vests she was used to seeing.
When she arrived at the stable, Kalliope rummaged around her makeshift tack room, withdrawing her paddock boots and half chaps. She quickly slipped her feet into the boots, expertly lacing them up before putting on her half chaps. She grabbed a small handful of peppermints, shoving them deep into the pocket of her vest. She pulled her saddle from the box, layering the saddle pad, girth and mattes half pad on top. Finally she placed Finnegan’s bridle on top and grabbed her grooming kit before shutting her box and making the short trip to her horse’s stall.
Kalliope flipped up the saddle rack in front of the stall, slipping her tack onto it. Her hand reached for the halter that resided on a hook next to the stall door. She slid the door open and made kissing noises to the large chestnut within. His head popped up as he craned his neck to see his mama. He nickered sweetly, knowing what resided in her pockets. Vin turned to face the girl, shoving his face into her chest. She stroked his cheek as he nuzzled the pocket that held his treats. With a smile, she pulled a peppermint and unwrapped it.
“You knew where they were, didn’t you, babe?” Kalliope laughed as he nibbled the treat from her open palm. “You ready to jump Vinny?”
His slightly-too-large ears perked when he heard the word “jump”. Jumping was his favorite. He loved the suspension over oxers and triple bars. The fast pace of jumpers and the steady, rhythmic pace required in the hunter ring. He practically shoved his nose into the halter when Kalliope held it out to him. She efficiently slipped his ears through and clipped it under his throat. She tossed the lead line over his neck and slid the stall door was opened all the way. The stallion followed the young woman as she left the stall and stood in the crossties.
She clipped him in and unclipped the lead line, looping it back on the hook. She whistled to Vin and he answered with a gleeful whinny. Kalliope pulled the currycomb from her grooming kit, carefully brushing the horse in small circles. It wasn’t long before she had moved on to the hard brush, soft brush, and had picked all four hooves. She slipped the saddle pad and mattes onto his back before carefully placing the saddle. She slid the saddle pad back so the saddle was behind his shoulders.
Vin turned his head as much as possible when Kalliope started putting on the girth. As she tightened it, the stallion snorted, tossing his head. The only time he ever threw a fit. She tapped him on the barrel and he begrudgingly calmed down. She laughed as she reached for her Charles Owen. She carefully gathered her hair in her hair net before she bent forward, flipping her hair so her ponytail was on the top of her head. She slipped the helmet on, clipping it under her chin. Kalliope quickly bridled Vin and led him down the aisle toward the indoor.
The stallion pushed her along, lipping the palm she held behind her back. She led him into the mounting area of the arena. She pulled her stirrups down and checked the girth before lining him up next to the mounting block and climbing on top. She stuck her left foot into the iron as she held onto the reins and some mane with her left hand and the cantle with her left. In a swift, single motion, she stood and swung her right leg over the saddle and into the right iron before gently lowering herself into the saddle before walking into the ring to warm up before the clinic.
---------------------------------------------AM I DEAD? OR AM I DREAMING INSTEAD?- - - - - - - - A CORNUCOPIA OF OPIATES HAVE FLOODED MY HEAD I'M INSANE I AM SMART ALL IT TAKES IS A SPARK TO IGNITE MY BAD INTENTIONS - - - - - - - - -
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Lyrics_Raised by Wolves // Falling in Reverse
Notes_First post! Figured having it at a clinic weekend would be fun. x3
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