Post by Miyabi Evans on Jun 19, 2009 13:35:47 GMT -6
Sweat beaded on the juvenile's forehead as digits adjusted helmet, though the breeze still had a nip of morning coolness. Having been outside in the heat since the first light of day was taking a toll. A gray equine nudged her shoulder blade anxiously, the definition of impatient. Smirk pulled at corners of roseate lips, darker hue contrasting to the resplendent female's skin which resembled a peachy tone. Torso twisted a few degrees, and fingers caressed velvet membrane that materialized the mare's muzzle. “Impatient much, Tsuyosa?” Descant voice was a melody mingling with the light bubbles of laughter as the creature's whiskered mug taunted her cheek bones. Miyabi focused cerulean gaze upon the spacious outdoor arena, of which was ornamented with jumps. Sinewy build became animated, legs extending strides as she picked up on the rhythm of hooves compressing the gravel behind her.
Nimble fingers adjusted the saddle and girth in record time, curling around the reins in a collecting manner. Body coiled, ready to spring into the saddle. Launching herself upwards, tendons in legs, having once been contracted, were now flexing as they sent the weight upwards. Practiced movements were performed: torso draped across the seat for a few moments, right leg swinging over the mare's hindquarters, body now erect, toes slipping into the irons.
Animation was obviously fueled by enthusiasm, delicate prance displaying antsy reaction to this work-out. Dappled skull position displayed noble heritage, nape serpentined into an arch, ears tipped forward otherwise flickering back to listen to voice of Miyabi Evans. Jaws grinded against the rubber and metal bit, awaiting any minute signal. After applying gentle pressure to Tsuyosa's barrel, it was instantly followed by the measure as command was obeyed. A bounce in the equine's step, eh? Might as well acknowledge it. Tsuyosa wasn't one to be ignorant to your lethargic methods. How Miyabi loved this simply perfect moment...when the duo established their connection. Lids slid over eyes, oxygen extracted from the atmosphere to inflate lungs. Much better than school work, she always said. Eyes opened once more, peering at the jumps set up. It would be obvious to anyone observing the female that she was mapping out a course, one to condition Tsuyosa. Would anyone care to be the audience of the practice?
Subconcious plotted the course in record time, switching modes as she cued for a trot. Measure picked up at once, equine's slender legs rising and falling with little nobility. Mental clock ticked estimately for ten minutes before digits collected extra slack in the reins, hand firm yet gentle. Keeping contact with Tsuyosa's mouth, the duo maneuvered a hunter circle, gearing the beast beneath the young woman up for jumping. Index finger curled around the leather material, directing Tsuyosa towards the first jump. A vertical set at 1'6” to get started. One...two...three... Sinewy upper body inclined forward, palms sliding up serpentined neck as tendons coiled and extended, sending a ripple through Tsuyosa's body.
Percussion was muted due to the moisture that had swollen the gravel of the arena as they cleared it. Miyabi eased back on the reins as they approached the next obstacle, a wall estimately set at two foot and would have to be taken boldly, and Tsuyosa attempted to run out. Setting her back up swiftly, they still had enough time to not create a mistake. The pair rose into the air, even at the jog that the equine had maintained, and cleared that fence as well. Heels tapped the rib cage lightly, barely having any more impact than a leaf caressing a tree's trunk.
Right palm came in contact with dappled nape, compressing darker toned locks as left palm rose a small degree. Skull bobbed minutely as measure transitioned into a canter, the equine rocking back and forth in a comfortable gait, spine rounding, skull tucking into chest. A parallel oxer was their next venue, an intimidating obstacle for some equines, but Tsuyosa cleared it without batting an eyelash. They completed the course, only dropping one rail, and clipping another. That was a favorable practice for most, especially Miyabi, but if they were going to compete in States, they couldn't afford the faults that would have been added to overall score and time. Decreasing the pace, the female rolled shoulders in a tight shrug. Blue eyes flickered over the facilities, seeking out any appealing activity. She'd have to go muck out Tsuyosa and John's stalls in a bit. Fingers absentmindedly massaged the Dutch Warmblood's perspired nape, toes slipping from the irons and swinging freely, heels still pushed downwards. Spine remained erect, to keep Tsuyosa from pulling anything if she thought Miyabi wasn't paying attention. Perception was obstructed by neon pink bangs, which had become disarrayed beneath training helmet. Tsuyosa's respiration was steadily slowing, not at all huffing from the exhilarating ride, though it was abnormal due to the excitement of riding a new course.
An amused smile brightened Miyabi's face as Tsuyosa's eyes became circular, amazement sparking within their depths as they observed their surroundings. It seemed the warmblood was content with her new home, even though she had only arrived a few days ago. Performance was outstanding for her third day back into training, and she didn't seem to be bothered with anxiety from the other horses. Smile seemed temporarily frozen on her face as the duo cooled off. Mind drifted momentarily, the memory of a quote she once encountered popping into her thoughts. No jumps...no glory! For some that was true, ne?
