Snow Riding (open)

[Rose Hoff]

It had snowed again recently, and Rose had not yet ridden in the snow. She'd been busy, but today she'd found the time to take out one of her horses on the trails. She was accustomed to there being much more snow than there was here, being from Connecticut, but there was enough for it to be fun. She would always ride Vintage out in the pastures and on the trails back home when it snowed, and it was always very fun and gorgeous. The snow made it so quiet, and one could only hear the creaking of their saddle as they rode.

She had been thinking about bringing Eleanor out, but she didn't know how the mare would react to the snow, and she really had her heart set on riding bareback. She'd certainly want to use a saddle when bringing her out on the trails in the snow for the first time. Besides, she'd been spending loads of time with Eleanor lately, and it would be nice to bring Vintage out in the snow, for old time's sake. After leaving a note in Ms. Carr's office saying that she would be riding out on the Green Hill Trail, she found Vintage in her stall and greeted the mare with a kiss.

Taking off her blanket, she quickly checked her hooves and swept her over with a body brush before finding the mare's bridle in the tack room. After bridling her, she put her helmet on and led the mare out, mounting at the mounting block. She was wearing her full seat breeches, so she had little trouble gripping, and began to walk Vintage out to the Green Hill Trail. The wide, even trail would be pretty and the safer of the trails, especially in the snow.

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After sticking the last piece of Poptart in his mouth the sixteen year old rolled off his bed and brushed the crumbs of the pastry onto the floor. The weekend was the best part of his time spent at Blue Ridge. He had the whole day to himself to do what he wished. As he stood there beside his bed he decided that he wished to go out for trail ride. With that he changed from his plaid pajama pants and white muscle shirt to jeans and a loose t-shirt. Grabbing his keys and a sweatshirt, Noah was out the door and down the steps. Walking towards the White Oak barn, he loved visiting his mare. She always seemed to be ready for whatever he threw at her. "Hello there beautiful."

Taking a quick survey of his equine, he made a mental note that her tail and mane were looking a little raggedy and he would have to comb through them when they got back. The sophomore made the decision to take his mare out on the Green Hill trail. The snow would probably have a pretty effect on the trail. Patting her on the nose, Noah turned on his heel and moved to the tack room and grabbed the mare’s groom kit and halter. Sitting the groom kit by the set of cross ties he had selected. Haltering Rayne the sixteen year old placed her in the cross ties and took her blanket off. She wasn’t all that dirty and didn’t have a lot of dried mud on her, of course that was from having the blanket on.

Thankful for that Noah went about grooming his mare, taking the curry across the mare neck, barrel, and hindquarters, the boy repeated the process on the other side as well. The curry mitt flew over her face and legs, like usual Rayne wasn’t fazed a bit and went about standing there. Finally the brush took all, or at least most, of the dirt particles out of the mare’s coat. Picking out her hooves, Noah walked back to the tack room with groom kit in hand, the sixteen year old returned with the equine’s tack. Saddle and saddle pad across his arm, bride hung up on his shoulder, cinch in his right hand, and Rayne’s four boots in his left. Setting the tack down, saddle equipment on the rack, the boy bridled his mare first and hooked her back up to the cross ties. Saddling the mare and tightening the cinch enough so that the saddle wouldn’t slide. Then the boots, all four, were adjusted so that the mare would have protection from whatever the pair might have encountered on the trail.

Walking Rayne out of the barn, Noah checked the cinch and then vaulted up into the saddle from the ground. The Quarter Hors side stepped getting accustomed to the weight that she now carried on her back. ”Good girl.” Clicking his tongue, Noah set Rayne off at a brisk walking speed. He kind of hoped that someone would be out on the trail. He let the mare pick up a trot he bounced along as they entered the trail. No sooner they found themselves upon another rider and her mount. ”Hello.” Even though it was probably a giveaway, with Rayne’s hoof beats, but he wanted to make sure the girl knew he and his horse were now present.

OoC; Hope it's okay I posted.