Post by Cavallo on Jun 6, 2014 9:41:04 GMT -5
Ethan yawned as he walked into his office and turned on the lights. The soft warm glow from the lamp instantly flooded the room with a soft touch that wasn't harsh on Ethan's morning eyes. At 4:30 am, it was a normal day to be up and about, if not a little behind schedule, but today the tall Italian man was in no mood to quicken his pace. He knew what needed to be done today and like always he would get the job done. His long legs carried his 6'3" frame quickly over to his chair behind his desk and he sank into the worn chair with a creak and a sigh and cup of coffee in his hand as looked at the schedule for today. Yearling Training - Seems Legit - 5:00am He nodded and checked his watch as his ears picked up on another human life in the barn and approaching his office. Aiden Hayes looked into Ethan's office with a smile that made Ethan want to wipe it off of his face. Aiden was too social in the mornings for his liking. He nodded to the other tall man as he walked in. Ethan watched his assistant and his eyes widened slightly at the unsightly cut and bruise forming on his assistant's left bicep. Aiden caught the direction of Ethan's eyes and rolled his eyes. Two Words. Wild Havoc. Ethan chuckled at that. That little colt is a devil and I don't know why Nick breeds them. Little bugger nailed be yesterday while I was handling him. Ehtan's eyes shone with amusement. Well, I'm just glad to see that the Xenophon bloodline is still as potent as it ever was. His assistant didn't look amused. Yeah, potent is a word for him. Little jerk. Aiden sat in the chair opposite across the desk and folded his hands leaning forward. What's on the agenda for this morning? Ethan double checked the planner before speaking, Yearling training with Frankie. Aiden stood up and nodded and was off to collect the colt.
Ethan trailed behind his assistant stopping by the tack room, grabbing a worn saddle blanket and grooming kit. He walked over to the cross-ties area and placed down the tools to see a dew covered Aiden and Frankie walking in from the morning mist outside. The colt's eyes were bright and excited at the prospect of a new activity, his ears swiveling everywhere, taking everything in. Frankie was an astute colt with sharp intelligence, but he lacked the vicious streak that most Intrepid horses carried. But what he lacked in viciousness he more than made up for it in pure energy. Even as Aiden walked the colt on the lead line, his body didn't just walk - it pranced. Everything about Frankie was animated and eager. Ethan smiled and motioned for Aiden to tie up the colt. He slapped the colt's neck affectionately as the yearling turned to sniff the man and lipped her palm in exploration. Smiling, Ethan stepped back and slapped Aiden on the back. Alright. Hop to it. Groom him. Be sure to mess with his feet and play with his ears. Check for his lip tattoo and the rub him with the saddle pad and lay it on his back for a bit and that should be good for today.
Aiden nodded his mind quickly recording everything his boss dictated. And watched as Ethan turned to, whistling down the barn aisle to go grab another yearling he had on his schedule to handle. Well there Frankie it seems it's just you and I. He rubbed the colt's forelock exposing the colt's bold white blaze. Let's get to work then. Having been turned out in the early morning the colt's dark bay colt glistened with the morning dew and he knew he'd have his work cut out for him. He grabbed the curry comb from the bucket and let the colt sniff it and inspect it before going to work on the colt's coat. Needless to say, Frankie very much enjoyed the scratching sensation that was flying over his body and he leaned into Aiden's hands. Aiden chuckled, but pushed the colt to stand on his own. He needed to learn to respect a human's space. He moved to grab the pick and let the colt sniff it. He lipped the metal device and snorted his disdain for the metallic taste now in his mouth and shook his head dismissively. Aiden ran his hand down the colt's leg and applied pressure at the cannon and down to the pastern in a lifting motion. The colt hesitated, but he lifted his left foreleg with a slight flattening of his ears, but otherwise bore through the man's attendance to his foot and the rest flew in similar fashion. Aiden put the tool away and praised the colt with a hidden sugar cube from his back pocket. Excitedly the colt devoured the treat and pushed the man's hand for more, but Aiden had other plans. He grabbed the colt's upper lip and pulled it back. Frankie tried to raise his head out of annoyance, but was stopped by the cross-ties. He stamped the rubber mat below in frustration, but then as soon as the man had finished inspecting the tattoo he was awarded with another sugar cube. He munched happily, the former offense momentarily forgotten. Aiden chuckled and finished with the colt, by rubbing him down with the saddle pad and letting him sniff it. Well I think you and I are able to end on this good note for the day. He slapped the colt's neck and untied the yearling from the cross ties. He'd been getting bored and antsy and Aiden had made the smart call to end it while things were good. That's my boy Frankie. He led the colt back to his stall.
