ready to PRACTICE?/Alley

[K A L A I N]

Kay snatched her hair up in a ponytail and walked out of the door towards the main barn. The new Arabian mare was stabled across from Harper and the new studs were in the barn behind Harper, the stud barn. Harper nickered and pricked his golden ears as he heard her spurs. Smiling, she took off his fly mask and sheet, then slipped on his leather halter, leading him out and cross tying him in the barn aisle.

Picking up the brushes, she groomed him until he shined and the picked out his feet. Braiding his mane and tail, he stomped a foot and whinnied. The mare answered him and then the stallions started whinnying becuase of the mare. Laughing, she slipped on her barrel pad and barrel saddle. No roping today, though she probably should. Sighing, she slipped on her snaffle bit and lead him outside.

Easily climbing onto the short, stocky horses back, she walked to the arena, opening the gate and walking inside. She walked him around the barrels and then urged him into a trot, posting on the right diagnol around the arena a few times each direction. Kissing him up, she urged him into a canter and checked his head down, getting him rocked back on his haunches and pushing off from behind.

She eased him into the ground and he slid a good ten or twelve feet. Righting herself and the saddle, she trotted him behind the timer eyes. She pushed a button that turned them on and she readied him. Leaning forward, she trotted him into the alley that she had built and whispered into his ear the whole time. Turning him, he pranced and tossed his head. Ears pricked, he knew what to do, hell, he was a barrle world champion. As soon as her butt his the saddle, he bolted.

Racing out of the alley and past the eye, she leaned the rein over his neck and he darted to the barrel on the right. Haunches melted into the ground and he whipped around the turn, Kay's seat controlling his speed. Kicking him, she urged him to take the second barrel faster, and he obliged. Head and body melted into just another circle and he flew around the second barrel. A long kiss and he kicked it up again and raced to the third barrel.

As Kay sat back and slowed him around the third, he melted around it and took off like a shot towards the alley. Ears were flat back now and his mane and tail flapped behind him, braided as they were. They hit the eye and she slowed him to a walk by the end of the alley. Turning, she walked him back, he was barely puffing and straining for breath. By the time she had seen their time and nearly fainted, he was breathing normally.

15 seconds flat boy. 15 flat.

Picking up a pen, she scribbled down the time on a pad that hung next to the display. Clicking the button again, she turned the eyes off and just walked him for a minute. As soon as he was fine, she urged him into a lope and started toying with his head and getting him working off his haunches again.

[d r e a m **]

a l l e y
catching your eye

long stride, covers the ground as is she walked on a cloud. Dust was in the air and as her eyes watered she sneezed quietly. Hand was wiped on her jeans as she made her way to the back of her pickup, she had a mass amount of tack with her, and as she looked over it all she was uncertain what to do with her mare today. She knew the stud would be ridden in his usual hunt saddle cause her work saddle looked funny on him but sweetie seemed to enjoy the large saddle, less pressure was put on one spot. With a tender back alley decided to treat the mare, in one arm she carried the saddle and the other grabbed a briddle bag and everything else she needed. Passing the ring to where the femme ran her barrels alley smiled, as a young girl she had been into the whole western scene but her love had changed. Moving into the barn she was greeted with a whicker from her mare and a low call from the stud, his name was yelled so he would stop talking.

Young femme pleanty strong dropped all her stuff in a massive pile before the grey mares stall. In seconds the patient arabian stood in the isle, no ropes held her down she just stood still as always. In a flash her blanket was off and her pelt shinning a shimmery grey, dappled in some places Alley took pride in her truly grey mares pristine pelt. Thick work pad was on her back and soon the large saddle worn and comfy was worn. Cinch was tight enough to keep the saddle in place but loose as not to bother the mare. Pink hat that read Billabong matched her shirt and with her dark jeans she was ready to go, looking down to where her studly man was she decided to just hop on him bareback, a nice rest for both of them. English briddle and western martingale followed, black front boots higlighted the mares brillant hock action beautifully.

The sun was bright and as it hit her mares hide Alley truly swelled with pride, ever since this mare had hit the earth, from the second she took her first breath she was Alleys horse. Pulling up beside the ring Alley watched the femme work her horse and smiled, gate was pulled open as she lead her mare in vocals spoke...

I hope you dont mind me butting in!

Smile on her sun kissed face, alley brushed some of her golden locks gently away. Cinch was tightened and in a smooth sweep she sat tall on Sweetie, reins were picked up and stirrups taken as she sat deep and added leg asking the mare to walk on. Small circles forced the horse to bend her body, few were done each way and alleys sweet tone hit the air once more...

I saw your run, and i must say you look great out there! much better than i ever was!

Smile of good nature was her thing, alley always tried to be smiling even when things werent going ok. Focas was returned to the now fussy beast beneath her, reins were manuvered gently and afew steps back were taken before she walked the hot headed quine forward. As she pushed the mare up to her smooth gait alley found her diagonal and added leg. Perfectly on the vertical she got the mare to break over and carry herself in afew strides, such a pleasure to ride she was now listening to see if the other girl would reply to her. Few checks on the outside rein kept the mare in check as they moved around the ring, circling at each end she made sure the frisky quine would not becomre bored.

ooc: wow tht was lame srry!!