Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2012 5:40:48 GMT -5
It was the midst of spring. The blossoms on the tree began to fall gracefully to the floor the fresh scent of spring flowers. The old barn sign had been taken down, and now that Victory Gallop had been put out of business, Meg and Dylan had taken over and bought the old barn, and employed their younger cousin, Grace. Winning Touch, a bay 3 year old Touch Up daughter went back to Witch Creek Stable for a short period of time, before coming back here, to the same old barn, but with different people. Rumour had it that they ran out of luck, and didn't earn enough money.
Winnie had spent her mornings in the pasture alongside Veda. They had made friends, and would hopefully be working together sometime. The news on whether Tears Of An Angel would be arriving here would be coming through shortly. The Tears Of Blood twin was a Cryin' Out Loud filly, out of a mare called Blood Of The Angel, owned by Silver Stride Stables. Winning Touch had been entered in the Expectation Running Stakes, ran over eight furlongs on the turf for Grade Five horses. The entries were currently quite tough. Stride Of Perfection had entered Ventura, a two year old filly who'd broken her maiden over her half sister, Italian Ice in the Legacy Turf Stakes. Cosmic Warfare, an Intrepid Racing four-year-old colt with a lot to offer was also entered. Chicago Blues was entered, a Close Racing mare who was usually seen in sprints. Maybe this was something new to try and get some wins under the filly's belt.
Winnie stood patiently in the stall, her ears pricked as she looked around. Grace had already tacked the filly up for Meg, who would be riding her tomorrow in the race. The whole idea would be to breeze her today and just let her run at her own pace. Exiting the changing rooms, Meg picked up her hat and her crop. She fastened her body protector up a bit more to make sure she was secure. Dylan stood by the stable door, leaning on it, brushing his fingers through his tender brown hair. Walking back over to Dylan, she smiled. Dylan moved out the way of the door and she took hold of Winnie's rein and walked her forward. The filly responded effortlessly.
After mounting up, Meghan walked the filly out onto the turf track. She had a smooth and long walk stride, meaning she could cover a lot of ground with it. After she walked around for a few minutes whilst warming up, Meg advanced to trot. The filly sprung forward into a comfy trot, and Meg rose and fell into the saddle with each stride the filly took. Approaching the starting gate on the backside, she slowed Winnie down. Winnie pricked her ears and looked around eagerly, tossing her head.
Gating Winnie was not a problem anymore, but it was up to her jockey to walk her in, not the gate hand. Meg dismounted and stroked the filly. She perked up but with no hesitation, she walked in. Climbing among the bars, she remounted the filly. Awaiting for the start of the five furlong breeze, Meg crouched down. The gates opened fast and Winnie jumped out quickly. She pulled herself up with the mane and leaned forward. The filly snorted with each stride, and powered along the turf. Her strides were long and covered a lot of ground. The way she ran reminded me of her father, Touch Up.
Coming round the home turn, Meg began to urge the filly a little bit. Being very responsive, the filly suddenly rushed forward, increasing her speed already. Entering the home stretch, the crop fell onto the filly's muscular rump. Flying for home, she urged her forward even more. In the final furlong, the filly picked up her speed even more and they flew under the wire. Relaxing, Meg pulled the filly up and patted her warm neck. She had done a very good workout, and they were ready to take the victory in this race.
Winnie had spent her mornings in the pasture alongside Veda. They had made friends, and would hopefully be working together sometime. The news on whether Tears Of An Angel would be arriving here would be coming through shortly. The Tears Of Blood twin was a Cryin' Out Loud filly, out of a mare called Blood Of The Angel, owned by Silver Stride Stables. Winning Touch had been entered in the Expectation Running Stakes, ran over eight furlongs on the turf for Grade Five horses. The entries were currently quite tough. Stride Of Perfection had entered Ventura, a two year old filly who'd broken her maiden over her half sister, Italian Ice in the Legacy Turf Stakes. Cosmic Warfare, an Intrepid Racing four-year-old colt with a lot to offer was also entered. Chicago Blues was entered, a Close Racing mare who was usually seen in sprints. Maybe this was something new to try and get some wins under the filly's belt.
Winnie stood patiently in the stall, her ears pricked as she looked around. Grace had already tacked the filly up for Meg, who would be riding her tomorrow in the race. The whole idea would be to breeze her today and just let her run at her own pace. Exiting the changing rooms, Meg picked up her hat and her crop. She fastened her body protector up a bit more to make sure she was secure. Dylan stood by the stable door, leaning on it, brushing his fingers through his tender brown hair. Walking back over to Dylan, she smiled. Dylan moved out the way of the door and she took hold of Winnie's rein and walked her forward. The filly responded effortlessly.
After mounting up, Meghan walked the filly out onto the turf track. She had a smooth and long walk stride, meaning she could cover a lot of ground with it. After she walked around for a few minutes whilst warming up, Meg advanced to trot. The filly sprung forward into a comfy trot, and Meg rose and fell into the saddle with each stride the filly took. Approaching the starting gate on the backside, she slowed Winnie down. Winnie pricked her ears and looked around eagerly, tossing her head.
Gating Winnie was not a problem anymore, but it was up to her jockey to walk her in, not the gate hand. Meg dismounted and stroked the filly. She perked up but with no hesitation, she walked in. Climbing among the bars, she remounted the filly. Awaiting for the start of the five furlong breeze, Meg crouched down. The gates opened fast and Winnie jumped out quickly. She pulled herself up with the mane and leaned forward. The filly snorted with each stride, and powered along the turf. Her strides were long and covered a lot of ground. The way she ran reminded me of her father, Touch Up.
Coming round the home turn, Meg began to urge the filly a little bit. Being very responsive, the filly suddenly rushed forward, increasing her speed already. Entering the home stretch, the crop fell onto the filly's muscular rump. Flying for home, she urged her forward even more. In the final furlong, the filly picked up her speed even more and they flew under the wire. Relaxing, Meg pulled the filly up and patted her warm neck. She had done a very good workout, and they were ready to take the victory in this race.
