Post by Gretchen Holmes on Feb 13, 2015 19:27:29 GMT -8
Gretchen entered the barn feeling a strange mix of enthusiasm and anxiety. It was always a mystery with Bahir. Pegasus was such a nice easy ride because she knew what to expect. With Bahir though, while they were making a great deal of progress, she now had the trouble of not knowing what to expect from him. Some days was a good ride, some days was a bad ride. What was today going to be? Last time, it had been a somewhat ok but not really all that great ride. Would today just be a downright bad one?
Bahir pricked his ears as he always did when she entered the stall. She offered him a carrot, which she knew was his favorite treat. Almost too eagerly he snagged it from her, slobbering all over her hand in the process. Despite the slime she now had to wipe on her breeches, she smiled. She could name quite a few girls at her school who wouldn't have reacted very happily to the messy eater, but Gretchen didn't mind.
As she groomed him he pawed the ground a bit eagerly. She giggled at him, "Going somewhere Bahir?" she asked him teasingly. His ear flickered back to her briefly, as though to alert her that he had in fact listened to her question, before going forward to tell her that he thought it was a stupid question. Once he was fully groomed and tacked, she clipped on her helmet and lead him to the large indoor. It was empty for the time being, no other riders, and not even a jump or a pole on the ground. Gretchen was glad, it would make the flatwork she planned to do today that much easier.
Mounting up, Bahir tossed his head eagerly waiting for her to direct him to the rail. He waited all of two seconds before heading out himself, just as Gretchen slipped her foot into the stirrup. He was supposed to wait until she asked, but, she would let it pass this time. As they worked their paces, Bahir was obedient, but did tend to voice his impatience occasionally. Gretchen knew all the mistakes she was making as a rider, and all the vices Bahir had as a horse. But, she couldn't help loving him anyway. She wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.
Bahir pricked his ears as he always did when she entered the stall. She offered him a carrot, which she knew was his favorite treat. Almost too eagerly he snagged it from her, slobbering all over her hand in the process. Despite the slime she now had to wipe on her breeches, she smiled. She could name quite a few girls at her school who wouldn't have reacted very happily to the messy eater, but Gretchen didn't mind.
As she groomed him he pawed the ground a bit eagerly. She giggled at him, "Going somewhere Bahir?" she asked him teasingly. His ear flickered back to her briefly, as though to alert her that he had in fact listened to her question, before going forward to tell her that he thought it was a stupid question. Once he was fully groomed and tacked, she clipped on her helmet and lead him to the large indoor. It was empty for the time being, no other riders, and not even a jump or a pole on the ground. Gretchen was glad, it would make the flatwork she planned to do today that much easier.
Mounting up, Bahir tossed his head eagerly waiting for her to direct him to the rail. He waited all of two seconds before heading out himself, just as Gretchen slipped her foot into the stirrup. He was supposed to wait until she asked, but, she would let it pass this time. As they worked their paces, Bahir was obedient, but did tend to voice his impatience occasionally. Gretchen knew all the mistakes she was making as a rider, and all the vices Bahir had as a horse. But, she couldn't help loving him anyway. She wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.