Going for a ride (Open)

[Sorya Anne Jones]

I had decided that i needed a few hours away from the HoN. I decided that i was going to take Midnight out on the trails and go for a ride. I mean, school has been very stresssfull. I have been getting a lot of homework and i have been going at a paper for hours.

When i pulled up at the stables, i noticed that Midnight was getting ancy. I think she knew that i was taking her out for a ride on the trails. I grabbed her saddle, saddle pad, and bridle and put them on. I brought her outside and mounted. When we were out on the trail, i seemed to relax. Everything seemed to melt away. The birds were chirping, the wind was blowing a great breeze, and the air felt good. I put Midnight into a trot and started toward the river that was near by. I then could hear the river as the water gurggled by.

When we got to the river, i got off my beautiful mare and took off her tack and let her walk around and graze while i layed in the grass and watched the clouds roll by and dance around the sun. I watched Midnight as she walked into the water and started playing. It seemed that she really loved water. She would alway play in the trough when i was giving her water. That always seemed to give me a laugh. Midnight seemed to have her own personality. She seemed to get a long with other horses just great. She got along with Cowboy, my AQH stallion. I mean, Midnight is a friendly horse.

Anyways, i noticed that i seemed to be rambling. I got up and grabbed Midnights tack and tacked her up. I got on her back and we started father down the trail again.

[Sarafina Marie Evans]

Sarafina

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Have you ever just gone somewhere and kept going? Like nothing could stop you from running, sometimes I have to. Being stuck in my office at the stables sounds so nice,right? I get to be around horses all the time, yes that part is the only thing that keeps me going. I really hate staying in one place for a long time. I guess I feel caged, the wolf in me wants to run I can feel her restlessness. Black Stilettos make a rhythmic beat at I walk slowly on the side walk. In fact that was the only thing I was paying attention to. Each clap made me calm down and remember who I am. The only thing I wanted to see was my beautiful girl Ring leader. Slowly turning around I started toward the stall the I knew she was in. In the pit of my stumic hung some guilt I haven't really had anytime to spear for her. She was my easy going trail horse that I could do anything with. Her proud Andalusian lines made her look more then a trail horse. Yes I could have turned her into a young dressage champion, but I couldn't do that. I love her just the way she is.

Head moved as I heard a horse whinnie, I knew it was her. Walking slowly up to the wooden stall door. One good thing about running the stables is I get to keep my horses for free and use anything I like.As soon as I got there The mare came straight to me, her beautiful buckskin pelt had been dirty from rolling out in the pasture. Sighing I smiled as I rested my hand on the top of her poll. Remembering what I was in, I turned and headed to the tack room. I always kept a pair for britches and paddock boots in there. Quickly I changed into my riding outfit. Grabbing my wintec pro dressage 500. Feeling the dark fake Swede under my hands I smiled. If I could pick any saddle in the world to have it would be this one, I wouldn't want some fancy brand like a Steuben.Walking over to my mare I smile I never needed to halter her she always just stood there waiting for me to get done. Some times I think she loves riding as much as I.

Swinging the light saddle over the small mares back I made sure it was in the right spot, I remember one time my mare got bad girth sores from the saddle being to high. Adjusting my saddle pad, I quickly tighten my girth and slipped in her bridle. I never used a shank bit because that hollows out their neck muscles building them up back words. Causing the horse to hold its head in a weird way making the back muscles hollowed. And a horse with a hollowed back is very unsteady.So I usually used my simple snaffle with little copper rings. One thing I know is horses love the taste of copper, and it also helps their mouth become soft.I didn't even to bother lunging her because I wanted all that pent up energy to run free.Slowly opening her stall door I listened to the sound of the metal scraping on the hard cement.

Each step she took I felt proud, there was no clanking of a metal shoe because she was not shoed. I always kept her barefoot because it was natural. I moved my hips just the right way and she got what I was saying, suddenly the slow walk turned into a powerful bolt. Soon we were far from the stables, turning on a dirt trail I calmed my little mare down so she would give me a nice easy trot. Shoulder out and I'm up getting the perfect rhythm for my posting I smiled.Suddenly my eyes caught another figure. I continued on without hesitation.

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[Sorya Anne Jones]

I loved hearing the sounds of Midnights shoes on pavement. It seemed to calm me down. I mean, i have been a bit moody latley. No, not because of that reason. It is all the stress of school and trying to make the Change. I then put Midnight into a smooth trot as we came to a dirt rode. I then walked her for a mile and then put her into a smooth canter. The dirt rising behind us made a curtain so that we could not see what was behind us. I kind of liked that. It kind of remeinded me of an old western movie. The cowboys running for the border, shooting at eachother, and other things. I have always seemed to watch the westerns with my dad when he was not working on fences, or training or breeding horses. I then realized that there was someone infront of us when i came out of my blabbering mind. A buckskin mare and rider. the mare was beautiful. I then put Midnight into a gallop and tried to catch up with the other rider. When we got up to the mare and rider, i put Midnight into a smooth walk.

Midnight then nickered to the horse thinking it was Cowboy. I looked at her and giggled a bit. I am sorry Midnight. That is not Cowboy. It is another mare. I then patted the black friesian mares neck and giggled again.