Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2012 22:01:19 GMT -5
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It was cool that summer morning, making Ash think that maybe it would rain a little bit later in the day, hopefully not now during works because it just made things a little more complicated. He watched Jason’s retreating back as his youngest brother walked back to the barn, probably to get a few things done before he had to come back and collect Eight again after he had finished his workout, he still hadn’t quite figured out why the eighteen year old had been in such a mood lately, he’d been fine one day then suddenly came home from school early in a foul mood, Ash had promptly dragged him back to school after he’d walked in the door but he still hadn’t told him what had happened, and his mood hadn’t changed much since then.
He turned his head back to the track, watching his little sister on Fly ponying Eight out onto the track, probably chatting with Angie who was aboard the bay Thoroughbred, even though the racehorse didn’t need a pony horse to get out onto the track, she’d probably gotten bored and was just looking for something to do, and he didn’t mind. Eight was going out there as nicely as always, treating the trip out onto the track like a walk in the park like he usually did, it probably would have been hard to tell that he was a racehorse most of the time, unless he was having one of his moments where he actually acted like one. Soon Anna had turned Fly back and was heading back to where she usually waited in case someone needed a hand, and he turned most of his attention to Angie and the bay Thoroughbred.
The young blonde rider led the horse through his warm up, as usual he had just told her to keep going until she was certain that he was completely ready to go, she could probably tell if he was better from his back than he could from over here by the rail, plus she knew horses well enough to know what to do. Eight seemed to be responding well to her, not seeming to fight too hard to get further ahead than what she wanted him to, at least until she was obviously done with the warm up and let him go, letting him accelerate into a faster gallop at the end of it for the breeze, since he’d told her what he wanted done before she went out there, it saved a lot of time that way.
He seemed to run fairly effortlessly, the pace and the distance he had him running at didn’t seem like it took all that much effort for the horse to do, he barely looked like he was breathing heavily by the time he saw Angie slowing him down again once they had gone the set distance, although he’d probably have a light sheen of sweat on him when he came back and he could see him close up, but that was good. He wanted him conditioned, not overworked, because the last thing that he needed was for an injury to occur because he’d been overworked.
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