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Post by Velski on Jul 11, 2013 4:46:36 GMT 12
Quarry touched her heels against Floyd's sides, and the gelding looked back at her with a questioning glance. "Trot, Floyd," She gave him another tap, and the gelding did so with a Western jog. "Not quite what I meant, but this is probably better than that. So good job," She gave the gelding's black and white neck a pat. The trail flattened out, and Floyd began to tug at the reins. Quarry waited until he stopped his tugging, then urged him into a long legged canter. The Gypsy Cob did exactly that. His thick mane flew back toward her face as the wind picked up. The feeling that somebody else was nearby made Quarry gently pull back on the reins. Floyd began to slow as her hazel eyes studied the area. She smoothed the back of her faded green t-shirt and sat back in the saddle. Not sure if her brain was playing tricks on her, or there was actually somebody there, Quarry kept Floyd going at a smooth trot. There was a pretty good chance that somebody was there. It was an all purpose trail, after all.
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Post by Valkyrie on Jul 12, 2013 14:14:48 GMT 12
Claire crested the rise ahead of Quarry on the trail. She rode a tall, lanky, liver chestnut gelding on a loose rein with a western hand, although the horse wore English tack. As they came over the small hill the gelding spied the Gypsy Cob and his young rider and pricked his ears. Claire looked up and spotted them as well, briefly admiring the girl's riding style.
Claire used her weight to halt Cruise and waited for Quarry to ride closer.
Hey there! she called out.
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Post by Velski on Jul 13, 2013 8:37:29 GMT 12
"Slow up," Quarry's fingers tightened momentarily on Floyd's reins. The gelding began to slow as another horse and rider came into sight. As they got closer and closer, Floyd began to ignore Quarry's cues to stop. She didn't want to yank back on the reins, so she switched to her original training commands. "Floyd, mevyap," Ears flicked back to her, then he came to a stop. Both sets of eyes studied the two in front of them. A brown haired woman, astride a tall chestnut horse. Floyd stretched forward, wanting to investigate this horse.
Hey there! Came a greeting of sorts. Quarry flinched in surprise. She hadn't quite adjusted to the idea that people would want to talk to her. "Um, hi!" The brunette hastily tightened her ponytail. Not sure what else to do, she added on. "I'm going to guess you like riding. Although I can't tell... Western or English?" She shifted slightly in her own well-worn saddle. The horn poked against her stomach as she leaned forward to give Floyd a quick pat.
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Post by Valkyrie on Jul 14, 2013 10:11:39 GMT 12
Cruise pricked his ears again at Floyd, keen to sniff him but remaining still underneath Claire who shrugged in reply to the girl's question. Both. I ride any way I can, any time I can. She laughed, a pleasant, lilting sound. But today I'm just hacking.
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Post by Velski on Jul 15, 2013 6:35:20 GMT 12
Floyd inched forward enough to sniff at the gelding. Satisfied, he cocked a hoof and waited for cues. Quarry backed him up about a meter. She considered what the woman had said. "Same here, although Floyd here probably wouldn't be too happy if I threw an English saddle on him," The Gypsy Cob's ears flicked back. He'd been trained in both, but English was definitely a weak point.
"Do you live around here?" Quarry had seen a few houses in the general area, although few had really seemed occupied.
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Post by Valkyrie on Jul 15, 2013 19:28:13 GMT 12
Cruise returned the sniff and was happy with Floyd's proximity.
Claire nodded and pointed over her shoulder, although nothing was visible except for the hill she had just come over. Yeah, I run Topthorn. It was my father's before he died.
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Post by Velski on Jul 16, 2013 5:12:35 GMT 12
Something sparked in Quarry's mind. "Have you ever had shows there?" Perhaps she'd taken Gunner, when he was still hers. Actually, she was pretty sure that she'd boarded him there. Floyd sidestepped as his boredom began to get the better of him. Quarry gave him a sympathetic pat as he dropped his head to itch. The green shirt began to rub again, and she untucked it in annoyance.
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Post by Valkyrie on Jul 16, 2013 11:18:37 GMT 12
Yeah. We used to, before the recession hit.
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Post by Velski on Jul 17, 2013 14:23:32 GMT 12
"Ah. The recession is a pretty terrible thing," Floyd gave up on informing Quarry of his boredom and made an attempt to snatch at grass on the side of the trail. "Oh, and I'm sorry about your father passing," Her gaze lowered to the trail ahead of her.
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Post by Valkyrie on Jul 18, 2013 11:30:50 GMT 12
Claire shrugged. It happens she said stoically, but her eyes told the true tale of her pain. The wound was still fresh.
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Post by Velski on Jul 19, 2013 2:03:40 GMT 12
Quarry studied Claire silently. It was definitely not a wise choice of subject. She chewed on her lower lip before deciding on a new subject.
"What's your favorite type of riding?" It was a bit of an abrupt change, but she didn't know what else to do. Floyd was actually behaving-meaning she could essentially sit here and talk for the rest of the day.
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Post by Valkyrie on Jul 19, 2013 18:06:56 GMT 12
Claire smiled. I like hacking out, like this. It's so relaxing and good for the horse. What about you?
Cruise's eyes began to close and his bottom lip drooped. The sun was warm today after several days of wind and light rain. It danced on Cruise's gleaming coat.
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Post by Velski on Jul 20, 2013 2:51:44 GMT 12
"Since I had to sell Gunner, same. I do miss jumping, though," Floyd's ears flicked back at the word jumping. Quarry had tried it with him, and he hated every second of it. So, instead of making him do it, she took to doing parades and hacking. Before her mind could drift off into other things she could work with him for, she snapped it back to what was going on. Floyd began to rub his head on his leg, eyes occasionally darting up to look at the other horse with bright curiosity.
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Post by Valkyrie on Jul 20, 2013 13:07:54 GMT 12
Oh, I've seen Gunner. He's boarded at Topthorn. He's a nice looking horse Claire replied. She leaned her crop across her thighs and fiddled with the strap at the end of it. A bird flew from the trees nearby with a twittery shriek and Cruise bobbed his head up once, before returning to dozing.
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Post by Velski on Jul 21, 2013 11:31:58 GMT 12
"Riker's taking good care of him," Quarry smiled. While it was admittedly a sad smile, she was glad that Gunner was both somewhere and with somebody he was comfortable with. Most of the time. Riker had recently contacted her about the Thoroughbred acting up. She planned to start visiting him again.
"What type of horse is he?" Quarry inquired, nodding toward Claire's horse. It had always been hard for her to identify horse breeds.
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