Blue Ridge is a fictional town located deep in the heart of Kentucky. It is home to one of the most well known equestrian academies in the United States. Students and staff from all over the world join the academy for what it has to offer. Do you have what it takes to join us and learn from the Academy?
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Post by Cortney Smit on Apr 16, 2013 15:02:38 GMT -8
Cortney blanched a little when the instructor said that he wanted to see how they had been handling the foals so far. It wasn't the fact that she was worried because she hadn't handled the foal enough - as she handled Tess as much as she could - it was just she didn't like having her every move watched and judged.
Putting the rest of the people and foals out of her mind, she put every ounce of her attention on the filly foal in front of her. She started at Tess' head and gently ran her hands over the foals face, folding her ears down gently and lifting the filly's lips to tickle her gums. She then worked her way down the foal's body, running her hands down her legs and then asking Tess to the respective hoof off the ground long enough for the girl to circle the tiny hoof with her finger and then gently lowered to back down. As she got to the mare's rump and laughed and shook her head as Tess flicked her tiny tail at the girl with a whip-like reflex. "Oi, that hurts." She told the foal as she stepped out of reach of the tail.
She finally moved back to the filly's head and rubbed her forehead, scratching her poll where she liked it to reward her for being so good - even with the tail flick.
Rose listened to his response about those who would be changing foals, filing away the information in her mind. It would be important to remember to set up an appointment once Papillon's foal was born. His next words about seeing how they'd been working with their foals caught her a bit off guard, as she'd never worked with Cherry before. The exercise that they would be completing put her at ease, however, as she was sure that Cherry had received enough training to be comfortable with this.
She proceeded to run her hands of Cherry, starting at her withers and slowly working down her back and then to her legs as well. After that she went back to the yearling's head and worked her hands more slowly over it and then down her neck, stopping at her ears to tickle them. Cherry didn't cause any issues, only shifted her weight a bit and looked inquisitively at Rose as she touched her.
Happy with that aspect, Rose moved to picking up her feet. Running her hands down each of her legs, Rose picked up her feet and held them for a few moments before putting them back down. Cherry seemed at ease with all of this, for which Rose was happy. She'd clearly been through this all before.
Even though she would be working with Pearl's foal once the mare gave birth, Belle wanted to get as much training and handling in with Thanos as possible. The little spitfire of a foal defiantly needed some manners taught to him. Since the Thoroughbred colt didn't stand too tall the eighteen year old had to bend at the waist to run her hand over him. Starting at his poll, she scratched in between his ears and slid her open palmed hand down his mane and neck, over his shoulder and down his front leg. Thanos looked back to see what his handler was doing, Belle corrected him with a slight no from her lips and a hand straightening his face back out. "Good boy, Thanos." Picking up his hoof slowly, the foal seemed to respond to it positively or he just didn't care to even notice.
Next part of the foal was his barrel, stomach to withers and everything in between. A bit surprised at how well Thanos was taking her hands running around on him, she moved back further to his hindquarters. Every now and then verbally enforcing his good behavior, Belle ran her hand up and down his leg making sure he was okay with it and he seemed to. That is until she tried to pick up his hoof, the little demon kicked back, luckily missing Belle back a hair. "You little.." She started to say but stopped herself. Looking towards Mr. Markey, she raised her hand a little to signify she had a question. "How should I try to correct that kicking out issue, or is it really not one?" Two questions crammed into one sentences. Belle bit her lip while she waited for her answer.