Post by Miranda Florin on Jun 21, 2013 15:21:57 GMT -8
Miranda wrapped the lunge line around her arm as she walked, then unwrapped it again just to start the process again. She still had the line, although she hadn't really put it to use since she had worked with Harr, since she could just take the mares into the round pen if she wanted to work them. However, that was a bit further than where she wanted to work with Fingal, so she was left with the Equine Clinic's arena, and a lunge, which was perfectly fine as a replacement. The clinic was much quieter since Cara had left, funnily enough, since the older student had never really said much when she was working, but it was just a different feel without her.
As she approached the yards, looping around the barn, she spotted Fingal, still in one of the furthest yards from the barn. She had started introducing him to a stall as well, since he was now willing to be led, but the gelding only stayed in one while she was with him, and spent most of his time outside still. Remembering that she had put away his halter the last time, instead of leaving it on a fence post in his yard, Miranda backtracked to the barn's tack room, grabbing the liberty blue halter from Fingal's box and sticking a few alfalfa cubes into her pocket. She left the barn and walked towards Fingal's yard, smiling as the gelding approached the edge of the fence to greet her. Holding out a hand, she rubbed his forehead, "Hey, pretty boy." She let herself into the yard and then reached up to buckle on the mustang's halter, rubbing his nose after he didn't move away, "Good boy."
Clipping the lunge line to the halter, intending to use it as a lead rope for the short distance to the arena, Miranda opened the gate for Fingal and led him out, leaving the gate open behind them. Approaching the arena, Miranda kept an eye on Fingal's reaction, knowing that they had used the arena with no problem before, but she didn't want him to freak out once and then act to ruin their hard work. However, the walk to the arena went without incident, and before too long, Miranda was standing in the middle of the space, the remainder of the lunge line folded upon itself in her hand as she watched Fingal walking around, judging his position and pace as they delved into the minutes of their workout.
As she approached the yards, looping around the barn, she spotted Fingal, still in one of the furthest yards from the barn. She had started introducing him to a stall as well, since he was now willing to be led, but the gelding only stayed in one while she was with him, and spent most of his time outside still. Remembering that she had put away his halter the last time, instead of leaving it on a fence post in his yard, Miranda backtracked to the barn's tack room, grabbing the liberty blue halter from Fingal's box and sticking a few alfalfa cubes into her pocket. She left the barn and walked towards Fingal's yard, smiling as the gelding approached the edge of the fence to greet her. Holding out a hand, she rubbed his forehead, "Hey, pretty boy." She let herself into the yard and then reached up to buckle on the mustang's halter, rubbing his nose after he didn't move away, "Good boy."
Clipping the lunge line to the halter, intending to use it as a lead rope for the short distance to the arena, Miranda opened the gate for Fingal and led him out, leaving the gate open behind them. Approaching the arena, Miranda kept an eye on Fingal's reaction, knowing that they had used the arena with no problem before, but she didn't want him to freak out once and then act to ruin their hard work. However, the walk to the arena went without incident, and before too long, Miranda was standing in the middle of the space, the remainder of the lunge line folded upon itself in her hand as she watched Fingal walking around, judging his position and pace as they delved into the minutes of their workout.