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Author: Taylor |
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Date Posted: 12:09:46 09/11/06 Mon In reply to: Chantilly Lace 's message, "..a taste of perfection.." on 08:00:29 09/11/06 Mon Taylor sat Chantilly well, her body in the right position, but loose and flexible, moving easily with the mare. So far, so good. Her mind stayed completely focused on the horse beneath her, her hands and seat helping her to judge what exactly Chantilly's next actions would be. There was no doubt in her mind that the mare was a hard worker, and that she was strong. But Doc was strong, and Taylor knew she could handle it. Had she been any less experienced, Chantilly's quick, working trot would have startled her, possibly thrown her out of synch. Taylor was ready for it, half expecting hte mare to move off quickly, using her muscles hard. Her fingers on the reigns got a bit more firm, and as each of Chantilly's forelimbs struck out, she halfhalted with the paralell reign. Never once did she rise up out of the saddle into a post. She kept her seat fixed firmly in the saddle, her lower back muscles stiffening slightly to help Chantilly slow. She kept her upperbody supple, easy and soft, but her lower body didn't move with Chantilly, another subtle cue to the mare to slow her pace. All the while, Taylor stayed calm and focused, her attention solely on Chantilly. SHe didn't even realize that Mr. Cohen was watching on the fence. Casting her gaze quickly around the arena, Taylor mapped out a course for herself and her mount. SHe wouldn't take Chantilly near the jumps yet, knowing hte mare was too strong, too eager just yet... And, Chantilly didn't respect Taylor enough. Taylor wanted the mare's complete attention and respect before she tried to jump her, or even take her near the jumps. Her inside reign tightened, just a fraction... her fingers tighening as her outside leg kept firm against Chantilly's barrel, her inside leg pressing her into the turn. Taylor's gaze always remained ahead of them, following hte path of the surpentine she'd laid out for herself in her mind. The first bend of the serpentine completed, she focuses on straightening Chantilly out, and preparing her for hte next, opposite bend. Her hands remained light and supple on the reigns, on the bit in Chantilly's mouth, though they firmed just a fraction, Taylor's legs still pressed comfortably against her barrel. Her head turned, shoulders and arm moving in a minimal movement, however, Taylor didn't tighten her fingers, or give so much as a hint of what she wanted Chantilly to do. She was soft enough, attentative enough, that Taylor had no doubt the mare would head the directive. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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