if you're blue [open]

[ayla]

i know there's something in the wake of your smile
I GET A NOTION FROM THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES
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The problem with Anabelle was that with her young age, she got bored easily. And when she got bored of doing the same lengthen-collect-lengthen down the diagonal, she got stiff and didn't want to move out. Jacqui sighed as she failed again to get a nice lengthening from the mare. Not only was the chestnut being lazy, she was hanging on the bit and fell apart when Jacqui loosened the reins. Anabelle hollowed out at the end of the pass, totally giving up on the exercise and refusing to go again. Jacqui scolded herself mentally for making the young horse do the same thing over and over, but it was done with now. She couldn't change that.

She could, however, end on a good note. The arena wasn't quite big enough for what she planned to do, so Jacqui exited the ring and let Anabelle walk on a loose rein to the beginning of the sand track. Anabelle perked up the moment the footing changed, her ears perking forward and her stride becoming longer and more swinging. Jacqui stroked the chestnut neck, willing the mare to not freak out. Of course, she had always had a sound mind and didn't spook unless whatever it was was really scary. Jacqui walked the straightaway, letting Anabelle get used to her surroundings, then closed her fingers around the reins once more and asked for an active trot.

Anabelle was more than happy to comply. The big warmblood moved off easily, staying light on Jacqui's hands and rounding up. The change in atmosphere worked wonders for the easily-bored mare, but she still carried a trace of laziness from her mental fatigue. Perhaps it would be best to carry on with the plan and let Anabelle be a horse.

Jacqui loosened the reins and pressed her heels into the mare's sides. Anabelle hesitated a moment, unsure if she should move into a canter or just stretch into the bit, but with a little extra squeeze, the mare adopted a rolling canter. While it was nice for the show ring, Jacqui didn't want a pretty working canter. She wanted Anabelle to really stretch and extend. That was her excuse for anyone who came out and saw only a girl and a horse running like hell - she wasn't in it for the speed (although it was absolutely thrilling to go fast), she was training. Mostly.

this post is about 250 words and complete tagged for anyone and Jacqui is all decked out in this right here and i just felt the need to say that this post was edited because i'm dumb! lyrics are credited to listen to your heart of the all amazing roxanne! this template belongs to justlikefalling of caution 2.0. enjoy my lovelies!

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[Cara]

Cara was in the stables, making a huge fuss over her Holsteiner mare who was standing placidly in a set of cross-ties with her head down and hind foot rested. The girl was happily giving the mare a good massage as she groomed her and then carefully got her ready for a ride. They had done a bit of schooling since she had purchased the mare and brought her back to the college, but schooling had got boring as the mare didn't dare put a hoof out of place in fear of it all hitting the fan. Remind you of someone? And the girl was feeling that their sessions in the arena weren't getting them anywhere.

"You look stunning." She told the mare as she slipped the bit into her mouth and fastened the throatlatch after the headpiece was in place. "Let's go have some fun." She removed the cross-ties, fastened her Charles Owen helmet under her chin and led the pretty dapple grey out of the stables.

After tightening the girth, she vaulted easily into the saddle and slipped her feet into the stirrups before she squeezed the mare forward. She desperately wanted to teach the mare that it was alright to loosen up, it was alright to just be a horse. She rubbed the Holsteiner's neck as they headed toward the Sand Track, hoping that the feel of the soft sand beneath her hooves would encourage Truss to relax.

Cara watched the ground ahead of them as they walked along, noting that another horse and rider was not too far ahead of them from the fresh tracks that were in the sand, and the depth of them let her know that it was a horse and rider not a horse by itself. "I wonder if they want company?" She asked the dapple grey as she squeezed her forward and smiled as Truss instantly picked up a floaty trot that was of her breeding.

OOC: Here's my outfit

[Onzy]

ninety-nine red balloons ,
FLOATING IN THE SUMMER SKY
panic bells it's red alert !

Chuck watched the students come and go. He was working a bright bay gelding in the lunge arena, and both were taking a break. A sheen of sweat had formed on the horse, and he snorted in annoyance. Chuck just laughed. Out of all his horses, Aldershot, was the one that hated working the most. The horse was lazy, and just needed a good workout everyday. With both so tired, Chuck removed the lunge rein and side reins, leaving just a saddle and bridle. He tightened the girth and with practised ease, vaulted into the saddle.

The sand track seemed very welcoming at that point in time. They approached from a different side and Chuck saw in the distance two other riders. Polo was prancing and trying to get his head low enough to buck, but Chuck just kept a steady pressure on the gelding to move forward. Once that was achieved he asked the gelding to move out. A gallop like no other was the order of the day, and soon the pair was flowing on the sand track.

Polo did have a moment when a chestnut horse moved past them, and tried to throw Chuck again, but succeeded with nothing but a small movement to the side. The older male laughed it off and slowed Polo down to a canter. " Whoa. Easy there fella, " he said to the horse, and smiled as the bright bay slowed down ever so slightly.

you are thinking !

" you are speaking ! "

" someone else is speaking ! "

WORDS ,, I'm to lazy to count
TAGGED ,, Ayla, Cara, Open
OUTFIT ,, coming !
NOTES ,, blah blah rahr
CREDIT ,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION[/size]