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Post by Magdalene DeFoe on Aug 29, 2010 23:49:32 GMT -5
Mag lead her Andalusian stallion through the gate of the indoor arena, flipping the reins over his head and carefully mounted. Pegasus was new, but he was one horse Mag had become quite attached to and chose as her own personal mount. His mane that usually fell just above his knee was braided and out of the way, revealing the muscletone in his cresty neck. Mag had him warmed up and brought him out into the course of three-foot-six fences. Pegasus' ears pricked, lifting his head, clearly recognising what they were about to do and enjoying every second of it. Mag asked him for a canter and guided him down the line. She could never place it, but the two together just felt like a whole, like a joined partnership. He felt right to her. He was her teammate. He made his way toward the first jump. Mag counted the strides in her head, sliding her hands up his neck as he took off and cleared the jump, landing on the other side. Mag snapped her head to the right, looking at her next fence.
The two came around the turn to a line, the second jump being an oxer. It was almost too easy. With power and elegance, Pegasus took the jump in stride, propelling himself over it and landed with a grunt of effort, veering around the turn to the next fence. Mag threw herself forward as Pegasus lifted himself up and over the jump. She could hear oxygen blasting through his nostrils with every breath, knowing he was throwing his heart and soul into this.
Mag counted on him. She was his pilot but it was Pegasus who made it possible. Arena sand sprayed in every direction as Pegasus whipped around the turn and blew over the next one in a huge leap. Mag wound her fingers around what she could of his mane, moving with him and leaning back as he landed. She gave him his head, patting his neck as he dropped his head with a snort, his stride lengthening, clearly excited. He gradually slowed, the both of them feeling the warmth of triumph. |
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