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Post by .*.Brandy.*. on Sept 30, 2008 18:34:20 GMT -5
I grinned lightly to myself as Nada leaned ever so slightly onto the bit, completely collected underneath herself as she trotted. It was ridiculous. Not only was Nada four years old but she was also a green horse for that age even and she already was picking up high level weight distribution techniques. Needless to say, I was impressed. I was also flattered that I was picked to work with the talented black hanoverian mare. Nada snorted lightly, losing her attention for a moment, skittering sideways briefly. I corrected her with a sharp tug on the inside rein and a push with my inside leg. Nada immeadiately dropped her head between her knees, picking up a more elevated trot as I sat quietly in the saddle. Oh, she was so smooth! I nudged her with my outside heel and she picked up an easy canter. I released my hold on her head and she raised her head, auds pricked forward as she moved. I couldn't help but allow a grin to cross my lips. We cantered an effortless 20 meter circle and continued back onto the track. After circling the entire arena just as effortlessly, I headed across the diagonal. I knew there was no way she knew her flying changes yet so I slowed her briefly to a trot and then asked for the other lead. A little confused and frustrated, Nada threw a slight buck and I slapped her lightly on the withers. She picked up the other lead and settled into the canter. My eyes focused on the low vertical set in the center of the ring, we headed towards it with an easy hunter canter. I tried to pretend like Nada was Marcus or even Spoke. She could keep her stride steady if I don't push her forward by accident, I reassured. I sat quietly back in the saddle, telling her that we'd get there when we got there. Her auds pricked forward but her pace quickened only in the very slightest. I leaned forward, giving with my hands so as not to catch her in the mouth. I sighed inwardly as I cantered a circle up at the other end and started towards the crossrail beside the vertical in the center. Although it was an optical illusion because horses liked crossrails better, it was actually higher than the vertical. Auds pricked, Nada measured the fence quickly. A few strides before, she realized it was bigger than she expected but her pace remained slow. I released over the fence and she jumped it HUGE! I smiled though. She had done a great job. She was still extremely green but we had all the time in the world. I cantered a final circle and smiled lightly, slowing her to a walk.
Good girl.
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