Post by Sydney V. Cross on Sept 23, 2011 5:20:54 GMT -5
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[/color][/center]As any good old-fashioned horsegirl would do, the first thing she did when she had time, was to check on her horses. As they were split up, she even had to pick which two she'd go and see first, but with his age, previous injury and all-around seniority taken in consideration, Infernal Affairs and Midnight Mayhem won the privilege of the first visit. Syd was oddly touched when she noticed the two chestnuts, leaning happily over the stall door, heads almost touching. They really looked alike; same colour, nearly the same markings, even close to the same height. THere had been moments when grooms had confused them, although Fernie started showing his age. It saddened Sydney a little, knowing that he wouldn't live forever.
Holding out an apple first to Fernie, then the remaining half to May, she smiled warmly. "Hey guys," she murmured, affectionately patting Fernies neck. "How're you doin' now? I know, it's been a long journey but this is where we will stay for quite a bit, I think. It looks nice, don't it? I think you'll like it here, and I'm pretty sure I'll like it here too. It just needs a bit more of a buzz, but that'll come - how can horse lovers resist an academy like this?" Everyone that knew Sydney Cross, knew she talked to her horses. A lot. Always had, always would. Only when in the dressage ring she turned it down and remained more or less silent, but other than that she pretty much always was talking about something. It calmed the horses a bit, and in all honesty - it was just nice to be able to talk about it without being judged.
A thoughtful look appeared on her face as she slipped inside the stall, slowly running her hands over Fernie's tall body - feeling whether his legs were hot or not, if he had any sore spots, anything that gave an indication the old gentleman wasn't feeling at his best. The big chestnut seemed to enjoy the attention, slowly leaning into her touch, eyelids drooping, just like his lower lip. "I should get you out a bit, shouldn't I? I saw a round pen, maybe a little lunging would help you stretch those long legs a bit? Or shall we give you the day off and see what happens tomorrow? I have to find out how the rules are concerning the use of pastures - we both know that you'd like to get out a bit, not to mention dear Taras yet. I don't want him to demolish his stall the first day, and in the pasture he's better. 'specially with you, big lad." A last affectionate pat on his neck, a small treat offered to him on a flat hand, and she lefthim alone in his stall again, now turning her attention to Fernie's daughter.
"And how are you, girl? You didn't have such a long journey and I know you're here a bit longer already. Still, I don't know how you liked your flight. Sorry I wasn't there, but I had to take Fern and Tar with me. A bit safer option, don't you agree?" While talking Sydney opened the door, intent on repeating her little touchy-feeley routine on the mare.