Post by Saera on Jul 28, 2009 11:31:37 GMT -5
Saera meandered down the cobbled lane, her heeled boots clicking against the storm cloud-coloured stones. A vague tune was sung to herself distantly, its melody not quite audible yet each note flowing in perfect harmony. She'd pause at one of the pastures, spotting an unfamiliar equine grazing in its enclosure. The feline craned her neck to search for the horse's owner, but could find no one near by. "Hey, girl," she said, a respectful distance from the fence and safe from the unknown temperament of the mare.
Vienna Waltz grazed peacefully, taking a few steps forward as she did so. Nobody had visited her today, but she was used to it; so when she heard the clicking of someone approaching down the lane, she paid no attention. Only when a sound was emitted from the adjoining pasture did she lift her head, studying the creature. It wasn't her owner, but nonetheless its voice sounded inviting. Vienna came forward to the fence a bit, but she kept her distance - she didn't know if the furre (human?) was dangerous as of yet.
August Yaba smiled as she finally made her way to Four Star Farms to see her new Thoroughbred filly. Making her way to the back paddocks, she would spot the cream colored equine, and would smile. Vienna would be her new project for racing, next year, though she would start soon enough. Clicking her tongue, she would call to the filly, "Hey, Vie!" Soon enough, she would spot the other furre and would wave to her, not knowing who it was, though. Reaching the paddock, she would slip inside and would stand near the middle, and would wait for the filly to come to her.
The real Flicka was in the pasture with Saera. Flicka whinnied and stamped her hoof at the new human. Though soon turned her gaze at the other mare and snorted. She didn't mind horses, unless they were new like this one. Flicka then went her head down and started to graze a bit. Though soon stopped and continued to watch the new human and mare for a while.
Saera was slightly nervous about having her green mare in the stall beside another horse, and so she'd brought a lead in her pocket just in case. The furre hadn't been using the lead rope in the pasture on Flicka for a week now, but had still accompanied her nonetheless. Saera was rarely seen without the horse, in fact, but always wore a genuine smile on her face. Her nerves settled when she spotted the filly's owner, and she waved back at the feline. When she came close enough, Saera introduced herself. "I'm Saera, a trainer here," she began. "you must be this filly's owner... a lot of potential she has, this one." The feline beamed in a welcoming way, and went to stand near her mustang to prevent an incident.
Vienna Waltz was distracted from the furre by the arrival of her owner. She headed for her almost as soon as she entered the pasture. Usually, this meant she would be ridden or trained, and she enjoyed stretching her legs. Well, what racehorse wouldn't? But a snort from the other pasture caught her attention. Inquisitive blue eyes fixated on another equine, standing nearby the feline. As her owner August and the other furre corresponded, Vie whinnied at the mustang. She stuck nearby her owner, though. A feeling of safety enveloped her when she was around those she knew.
August Yaba smiled, "I'm August. A jockey at nowhere. Just whenever someone needs me." She chuckled softly, before patting the shoulder of her filly. "Yeah. I'm excited to see how she'll do on, and off the track. She's got a big life ahead of her, but it'll be exciting, nonetheless." Noticing the black equine in the paddock with Saera, she would smile, "The mare yours?" She'd ask softly, raising her arm to drape over the withers of Vie.
The real Flicka snorted and walked over toward the fence. Flicka went back to grazing once again. Once the other mare whinnied at her, the green mare then reared and whinnied back. Flicka then bolted and continued to act up. She even nipped at Saera pretty hard before bolting.
Saera nodded, "Yes, she's mine-- caught her from the wild and brought her here in hopes to train. As you can see, we're just starting that step..." The feline offered August a grin before slipping the lead rope silently from her pocket. She attached it to the mustang's crimson halter and attempted to soothe her with her voice, running her gloved hand smoothly and lightly across her withers and back.
Vienna Waltz shifted her weight a bit. She was unusually mild-mannered for a racer, but at times could be just as high-strung as any two-year-old. As the mare in the other pasture reared and bolted, the anxiety began to infect Vie too. She trotted in a circle nervously before going towards her water. Being around horses was no big deal, but she'd never been around half-wild ones before. She was kind of scared, in fact, and didn't bother to whinny again.
August Yaba seemed to coo softly, removing her arm from the filly's back as Vie went about trotting. "Shh, girl. You're fine." She smiled towards Saera. "Cute mustang. Good luck training." She'd chuckle, though it wasn't meant to be a wise remark. She really meant it. Aug had her share of training wild thoroughbreds, then those that she had often raced and acted up before going into the starting gates. Slowly moving towards the fence line, she would place her hand on the filly's rump, and would talk softly to the filly.
The real Flicka whinnied and stamped her hoof. The mare continued to snap at Saera once Saera clipped the lead to her halter. Flicka jerked at the lead quite a bit. She was quite the handful for Saera. The mare stood their scraping her large black hoof along the ground and ingnoring Sarea's calming touches and voice. Once Aug came up to the fence the mare started to snap at her also.
Saera inclined her head toward August upon the remark. "Thank you," she said brightly. "and I apologize for Flicka's behaviour; she hasn't been around horses very much." Saera managed to escort her horse further toward the center of the pasture, avoiding further misbehaving on Flicka's part. "Settle down, girl, c'mon now," she said, keeping the lead taught and tight in her hands.
Vienna Waltz calmed down a bit as August talked soothingly to her. But as the mustang snapped at her owner, Vie's ears went back. She remained in place - her owner was indeed succeeding in calming her - but she didn't intend on letting the mare get away with threatening her owner. Vie didn't know the difference between trained and untrained; never having met a wild horse before, she'd assumed that all equines were well-mannered towards humans. She nudged August, antsy to sprint away from the dividing fence, even as the mustang moved toward the center of the pasture.
August Yaba watched as the filly pinned her ears back. Moving in between the water trough and the filly, she would peer up at her, "Easy girl. Look, I'm fine." She'd say softly, stroking Vie's cheek. Looking back at Sae, she would smile, "It's alright. It gives them both a new learning experience. It's a good thing we're both here though."
The real Flicka whinnied and stamped her hoof. The mare continued to nip and snap at Saera. Flicka stamped her hoof and whinnied a few more times. The mare continued to watch the other mare and woman. She to was quite antsy. She was jerking at the lead and pacing side to side quite a bit.
Saera glanced over at the perlino filly, who seemed quite anxious, and made a decision. "True, but Flicka's jumped fences before, so I'd better put her back in her stall," she said. "I'll be back." Leading the black mustang to the back barn where she temporarily resided, the feline returned without her. "It's been a pleasure, August," she smiled at the owner and her horse. "but I better go, Flicka doesn't do so well on her own, you know." The feline smiled sheepishly.
Vienna Waltz grazed peacefully, taking a few steps forward as she did so. Nobody had visited her today, but she was used to it; so when she heard the clicking of someone approaching down the lane, she paid no attention. Only when a sound was emitted from the adjoining pasture did she lift her head, studying the creature. It wasn't her owner, but nonetheless its voice sounded inviting. Vienna came forward to the fence a bit, but she kept her distance - she didn't know if the furre (human?) was dangerous as of yet.
August Yaba smiled as she finally made her way to Four Star Farms to see her new Thoroughbred filly. Making her way to the back paddocks, she would spot the cream colored equine, and would smile. Vienna would be her new project for racing, next year, though she would start soon enough. Clicking her tongue, she would call to the filly, "Hey, Vie!" Soon enough, she would spot the other furre and would wave to her, not knowing who it was, though. Reaching the paddock, she would slip inside and would stand near the middle, and would wait for the filly to come to her.
The real Flicka was in the pasture with Saera. Flicka whinnied and stamped her hoof at the new human. Though soon turned her gaze at the other mare and snorted. She didn't mind horses, unless they were new like this one. Flicka then went her head down and started to graze a bit. Though soon stopped and continued to watch the new human and mare for a while.
Saera was slightly nervous about having her green mare in the stall beside another horse, and so she'd brought a lead in her pocket just in case. The furre hadn't been using the lead rope in the pasture on Flicka for a week now, but had still accompanied her nonetheless. Saera was rarely seen without the horse, in fact, but always wore a genuine smile on her face. Her nerves settled when she spotted the filly's owner, and she waved back at the feline. When she came close enough, Saera introduced herself. "I'm Saera, a trainer here," she began. "you must be this filly's owner... a lot of potential she has, this one." The feline beamed in a welcoming way, and went to stand near her mustang to prevent an incident.
Vienna Waltz was distracted from the furre by the arrival of her owner. She headed for her almost as soon as she entered the pasture. Usually, this meant she would be ridden or trained, and she enjoyed stretching her legs. Well, what racehorse wouldn't? But a snort from the other pasture caught her attention. Inquisitive blue eyes fixated on another equine, standing nearby the feline. As her owner August and the other furre corresponded, Vie whinnied at the mustang. She stuck nearby her owner, though. A feeling of safety enveloped her when she was around those she knew.
August Yaba smiled, "I'm August. A jockey at nowhere. Just whenever someone needs me." She chuckled softly, before patting the shoulder of her filly. "Yeah. I'm excited to see how she'll do on, and off the track. She's got a big life ahead of her, but it'll be exciting, nonetheless." Noticing the black equine in the paddock with Saera, she would smile, "The mare yours?" She'd ask softly, raising her arm to drape over the withers of Vie.
The real Flicka snorted and walked over toward the fence. Flicka went back to grazing once again. Once the other mare whinnied at her, the green mare then reared and whinnied back. Flicka then bolted and continued to act up. She even nipped at Saera pretty hard before bolting.
Saera nodded, "Yes, she's mine-- caught her from the wild and brought her here in hopes to train. As you can see, we're just starting that step..." The feline offered August a grin before slipping the lead rope silently from her pocket. She attached it to the mustang's crimson halter and attempted to soothe her with her voice, running her gloved hand smoothly and lightly across her withers and back.
Vienna Waltz shifted her weight a bit. She was unusually mild-mannered for a racer, but at times could be just as high-strung as any two-year-old. As the mare in the other pasture reared and bolted, the anxiety began to infect Vie too. She trotted in a circle nervously before going towards her water. Being around horses was no big deal, but she'd never been around half-wild ones before. She was kind of scared, in fact, and didn't bother to whinny again.
August Yaba seemed to coo softly, removing her arm from the filly's back as Vie went about trotting. "Shh, girl. You're fine." She smiled towards Saera. "Cute mustang. Good luck training." She'd chuckle, though it wasn't meant to be a wise remark. She really meant it. Aug had her share of training wild thoroughbreds, then those that she had often raced and acted up before going into the starting gates. Slowly moving towards the fence line, she would place her hand on the filly's rump, and would talk softly to the filly.
The real Flicka whinnied and stamped her hoof. The mare continued to snap at Saera once Saera clipped the lead to her halter. Flicka jerked at the lead quite a bit. She was quite the handful for Saera. The mare stood their scraping her large black hoof along the ground and ingnoring Sarea's calming touches and voice. Once Aug came up to the fence the mare started to snap at her also.
Saera inclined her head toward August upon the remark. "Thank you," she said brightly. "and I apologize for Flicka's behaviour; she hasn't been around horses very much." Saera managed to escort her horse further toward the center of the pasture, avoiding further misbehaving on Flicka's part. "Settle down, girl, c'mon now," she said, keeping the lead taught and tight in her hands.
Vienna Waltz calmed down a bit as August talked soothingly to her. But as the mustang snapped at her owner, Vie's ears went back. She remained in place - her owner was indeed succeeding in calming her - but she didn't intend on letting the mare get away with threatening her owner. Vie didn't know the difference between trained and untrained; never having met a wild horse before, she'd assumed that all equines were well-mannered towards humans. She nudged August, antsy to sprint away from the dividing fence, even as the mustang moved toward the center of the pasture.
August Yaba watched as the filly pinned her ears back. Moving in between the water trough and the filly, she would peer up at her, "Easy girl. Look, I'm fine." She'd say softly, stroking Vie's cheek. Looking back at Sae, she would smile, "It's alright. It gives them both a new learning experience. It's a good thing we're both here though."
The real Flicka whinnied and stamped her hoof. The mare continued to nip and snap at Saera. Flicka stamped her hoof and whinnied a few more times. The mare continued to watch the other mare and woman. She to was quite antsy. She was jerking at the lead and pacing side to side quite a bit.
Saera glanced over at the perlino filly, who seemed quite anxious, and made a decision. "True, but Flicka's jumped fences before, so I'd better put her back in her stall," she said. "I'll be back." Leading the black mustang to the back barn where she temporarily resided, the feline returned without her. "It's been a pleasure, August," she smiled at the owner and her horse. "but I better go, Flicka doesn't do so well on her own, you know." The feline smiled sheepishly.