Post by Scotia on Jan 19, 2016 15:50:46 GMT -5
A light drizzle started to fall as horse and rider made their way to the track. The bay filly had her ears back, unhappy about the rain. The rider wasn't thrilled about the rain, but he wasn't going to complain either. He took it better than the horse, who refused to go on the dirt track. "C'mom, now's not the time to be stubborn," he said. After a bit of convincing, the filly finally stepped onto the track. He couldn't blame the horse though. The haunted track was spooky enough even without the rain. But it wasn't being used right now, which is what he wanted. Better to be alone today than on a busy track, less of a chance of her getting distracted.
For the next month or so, this would be their home track. Scotia felt that the races here would be better for the horses, not to mention that Fable had already raced here. It would be a hassle to drive the horses to and from home when they'd be here for a while. The second and last horse in the string would be arriving later in the month. Personally, he thought that Fable took to this track better since she won her second race here. Though that might've been because she already had a race under her belt and she liked the distance. Only time would tell if she liked slightly shorter distances. One race at nine furlongs wasn't enough to determine what she liked, or if they should keep running her at longer distances.
Ten furlongs. That's all they had to do today. George didn't want her to go full out today, preferring to save that for race day. Which was fine with Brad since he knew that he wouldn't get the filly to go full out in the rain. All horses had their quirks and one of her many was that she hated the mud and rain. Should be easy for the horse to go ten furlongs. She'd done fine in the weeks past at the shorter distances, though that was when she was alone and not in a field of other horses. She was doing better at getting her act together on the track (it'd never really been a problem though), although she still didn't like the starting gate.
The horse reluctantly moved from a walk into a jog, making her displeasure known as she kept her ears back, tail swishing angrily. "Get over it girl. We have a job to do, no matter what." At his signal, Fable moved from a jog to a slow gallop, still unhappy with working in the rain. The dirt track was turning to mud in the rain, something that made her even more unhappy. She tried to turn for the gate and Brad had to fight with her to go straight. She seemed to realize it would be a losing battle and decided to run straight.
The only sound was the horse's hooves on the muddy track, the rain as it hit the earth, and the horse's breathing. Just what was needed to lose himself in his job, happy to forget that they were on a seemingly haunted track. Though he wasn't an exercise rider, he didn't mind doing that job. The farm didn't exactly need an exercise rider at the moment with only two horses, and he was more than happy to ride them in the mornings. The bay filly seemed to glide along the track as she ran, her strides eating up the track. Even if she wasn't going as fast as he knew she could, she was still going pretty fast. It took barely any effort for her to run the 10 furlongs, even if she didn't like the muddy surface. She knew what her job was and she liked to run.
The rain finally stopped as he pulled her up once they passed the ten furlong pole. Fable seemed to perk up once her hooves touched the drier surface, as they walked off the track. He patted her neck, considering the workout to be a good one. They just had to hope that it didn't rain come race day, though he preferred to be optimistic.
For the next month or so, this would be their home track. Scotia felt that the races here would be better for the horses, not to mention that Fable had already raced here. It would be a hassle to drive the horses to and from home when they'd be here for a while. The second and last horse in the string would be arriving later in the month. Personally, he thought that Fable took to this track better since she won her second race here. Though that might've been because she already had a race under her belt and she liked the distance. Only time would tell if she liked slightly shorter distances. One race at nine furlongs wasn't enough to determine what she liked, or if they should keep running her at longer distances.
Ten furlongs. That's all they had to do today. George didn't want her to go full out today, preferring to save that for race day. Which was fine with Brad since he knew that he wouldn't get the filly to go full out in the rain. All horses had their quirks and one of her many was that she hated the mud and rain. Should be easy for the horse to go ten furlongs. She'd done fine in the weeks past at the shorter distances, though that was when she was alone and not in a field of other horses. She was doing better at getting her act together on the track (it'd never really been a problem though), although she still didn't like the starting gate.
The horse reluctantly moved from a walk into a jog, making her displeasure known as she kept her ears back, tail swishing angrily. "Get over it girl. We have a job to do, no matter what." At his signal, Fable moved from a jog to a slow gallop, still unhappy with working in the rain. The dirt track was turning to mud in the rain, something that made her even more unhappy. She tried to turn for the gate and Brad had to fight with her to go straight. She seemed to realize it would be a losing battle and decided to run straight.
The only sound was the horse's hooves on the muddy track, the rain as it hit the earth, and the horse's breathing. Just what was needed to lose himself in his job, happy to forget that they were on a seemingly haunted track. Though he wasn't an exercise rider, he didn't mind doing that job. The farm didn't exactly need an exercise rider at the moment with only two horses, and he was more than happy to ride them in the mornings. The bay filly seemed to glide along the track as she ran, her strides eating up the track. Even if she wasn't going as fast as he knew she could, she was still going pretty fast. It took barely any effort for her to run the 10 furlongs, even if she didn't like the muddy surface. She knew what her job was and she liked to run.
The rain finally stopped as he pulled her up once they passed the ten furlong pole. Fable seemed to perk up once her hooves touched the drier surface, as they walked off the track. He patted her neck, considering the workout to be a good one. They just had to hope that it didn't rain come race day, though he preferred to be optimistic.