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Post by Magdalene DeFoe on Sept 3, 2010 0:00:48 GMT -5
Mag led Bracken into the outdoor arena, with the stallion wearing a white Keuring headstall with a snaffle bit, the typical showmanship bridle that many people showed Friesians in. As Mag came to a halt in the center of the arena, Bracken immediately halted beside Mag, lifting his head as his nostrils flared with a heavy sigh. Mag turned so that she faced Bracken, gently rubbing his forehead, pushing his heavy forelock off to the side. "You know what we're doing, don't you, buddy?" She murmured to him with a grin, running a hand along his body as she prepared to get him stacked. Bracken had been showed in halter before, so this was nothing knew, but Mag wanted to brush up on it-- especially when Mag was still getting to know the stallion.
She gently pressed against Bracken's chest, urging him to step back, which she knew would get his weight evenly on all four legs. Once he stood quietly for a moment, Mag clicked her tongue, urging him forward. Bracken obliged, walking briskly along side her. Mag picked up a jog and urged Bracken to trot alongside her. His gait was flashy, smoothe and animated, showing the strength and grace of his breed thoroughly. Mag found herself straining to catch up with Bracken, and murmuring "Whoa... ", she gently pulled him to a walk, letting the stallion fall into pace. Once he halted, Mag grinned, rubbing his neck under his thick man, halting and turning toward him. She urged him to back up a few steps, then halted him once more, thrilled with how willing the stallion was already, and how talented he appeared. |
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