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?
Post by Caspian Collins on May 22, 2019 0:10:27 GMT -8
Cass shrugged. "You've been helping me out today, I trust you, so he'll trust you, and all that iazz. Plus, as I said before, he's a therapy horse. You could sit on him backwards and he'd probably still take you over the course." His eyes lit up at the thought. Not of jumping the horse while sitting on him backwards, but just doing it out in the arena some time.
He laughed. "You could try flirting with him if you want." He offered. "But yeah, pretty much like how you'd call to a dog, or to get someone's attention and call them over to you."
Post by Katherine Lorelia on Jun 18, 2019 0:09:51 GMT -8
"Oh, ha ha," the blonde returned sarcastically, resting her hands on her hips. As a matter of fact, Kitty had never flirted in her life- not intentionally, at least- and so she wouldn't have had the first clue of how to go about it, so perhaps it was just as well that there was another method of attracting the horse's attention.
"Slick!" she called, watching the horse with interest. This ought to be a sight worth seeing; she'd never had a horse that would come when called- well, they would, but only if they thought you had food or just wanted to see you. Never one trained for it.
Post by Caspian Collins on Jun 18, 2019 19:24:51 GMT -8
Cass pulled a face as he laughed, pleased that she had taken him as seriously as he'd made the comment. There were way too many girls who would have taken it way too personally.
He watched as the gelding's ears flickered as he was called, and Cass quickly pretended to be looking at anything but the horse as the Mustang looked toward him. The horse released a sigh as his ears flickered again, this time toward Kitty, and then he walked toward the person, who was looking at him, and nudged her gently with his muzzle.
Cass grinned, as he wasn't actually sure that the gelding would leave him, as he was leaning heavily against the edge of the arena. "Tickle his chin and he'll be your best friend."