Post by Cavallo on Sept 16, 2013 23:14:52 GMT -5
Adele Rodgers & Ultimate Revenge
The dark bay colt was stunning. The warm winter sun shone brightly over the abandoned track. As far as she could tell, they were alone. Adele walked and the yearling colt followed quietly. The staff had been cautious of the colt. He wasn't the typical yearling colt. He wasn't rowdy, was rarely vocal and rarely did anything to call attention to himself, he just...watched. The colt had a stare that could make a flower shrivel up and die. He was unnerving to everyone on the staff and crew, everyone that was except Nick and Adele, but for some reason the bay Reve son wanted nothing to do with the trainer. He got a glazed over look in his eyes and just seemed to tune out the man, but with Adele it was a different story.
She had tacked up the yearling and had been amazed throughout the entire process. He didn't flinch when she tightened the girth or when she fed him the ring bit. She wasn't sure what to expect on the yearling colt, but she felt better to go safe than sorry. She didn't know if she would need the extra stopping power or steering, there was just so much that was unknown with the colt. She knew only one thing, that for some reason, be it her nature or mannerisms, the colt trusted her. He traveled smoothly over the dirt track, eyes taking in the emptiness of the track, but he wasn't intimidated. Adele sensed the calm in her mount. He almost felt too calm. She looked over at the colt walking beside her, he flicked an ear in her direction and fixed his gaze onto her, with an almost wondering gaze.
Fin, you are one odd colt. She muttered and rubbed his neck, the colt turned his attention back to the track. Well, let's see if you got some run in you... She paused and the colt stopped his progression to stand squarely. He was a proud sight, head held high and eyes sharp. Adele admired the colt, his long lean legs, large rump and deep chest. He looked like the odd yearling now, but he was already beginning to show signs of muscling. She pressed her hands on the colt's back, but he didn't flinch under the added pressure. She took a deep breath and committed, hoisting herself up into the saddle. The colt tossed his head lightly, but made no other moves.
She smiled and collected herself. She loved the vantage point she had. She looked out over the lonely track and sensed the call. Did Fin hear it? She was almost scared to find out and so she sat. Astride an unusually quiet colt, that stood resolutely awaiting a sign of some kind.