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Post by LEAH MARIE FOSTER on Jul 11, 2012 18:38:20 GMT -5
Leah Marie Foster  ♥
Leah Foster was not used to grooming her own horse. With an irritated sigh, she plunked down her monogrammed grooming kit, and it landed with a soft thunk on the bedding of her Hanoverian stallion, King's stall. Sure, maybe she had enjoyed brushing her ponies as a child on her parent's farm, but as she'd gotten older, she'd left it to the grooms. It was their job, wasn't it? Leah stood on her tippy toes and peeked her head over the stall door, as if somehow the staff of the stallion barn would magically appear and do what she was paying them for. Foxtail Creek Stables had an excellent reputation, her parents wouldn't let her go anywhere subpar, but so far she hadn't met any of the barn staff, in either of the stables her three horses were situated in. Neither of the barn managers had introduced themselves personally to her, either. As far as she was concerned, that was bad customer service. King, short for King's Ransom, turned his handsome head to survey her, his normal aloof expression kept intact. Her father had said King was too large for her, the stallion measuring 16 hands and she only a meager 5'3", but she'd pestered him until he finally gave in and let her ride him. The first time she'd swung up into the saddle, she knew she was meant to have him. King's gaits were a a dream, especially his floaty, smooth canter. He was trained to do high level dressage, and he jumped like he had wings. Together the two of them had brought home blue ribbon after blue ribbon. King could be a lot to handle at times (he was a stallion after all), but Leah didn't mind. They were a hot-headed pair, and she loved it. Leah grabbed King's golden-plated (also monogrammed with the stallion's show name) leather halter and snapped the matching lead onto it, then to a ring in the stall to keep him still. He had rolled in his stall at some point and was covered in his on bedding, she noted with dismay. Leah tied her long dark hair back with a rubber band from her wrist, and reached down to grab a currycomb. As she worked over his sorrel coat in circled, Leah's thoughts drifted. She'd entered herself in the upcoming competition with two of her three horses, King and her National Show Horse gelding, Quicksilver. The two were both pros when it came to cross country... maybe she should have entered her less experienced mare Magnolia to give the other competitors half a chance. If she didn't win on Q, she'd definitely win riding King. Leah gave the tall stallion's neck a hearty pat before bending down to grab the hoof pick from her tack box. After she'd picked out his hooves thoroughly, she looked out the window. It was a nice day out, and she had yet to explore any of the trails. Leaving King securely on his lead so he wouldn't roll and ruin all her hard work, she walked to the tack room to put her grooming box away. When she returned, she found her stallion agitated. He pawed the ground restlessly, tossing his head and pulling on the lead rope. Leah knew some of the mares were in heat, and brushed the knowledge aside. When she re-entered the stall, King pinned his ears at her and shook his head aggressively. Quickly, she unclipped the lead rope from the wall, and half dragged him to to front of the stall, where she could unclip him and slip out safely. King would have none of it. He reared suddenly, nostrils flaring. Leah tried desperately to unhook him from the rope, but he was too wild from the scent of the mares. She was trapped, helplessly clinging on to the lead rope as her sorrel stallion reared and plunged, again and again. "Help! Someone, please!" Leah yelled, hoping to attract some attention from a passer-by.
Outfit; Click
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Riding; (Visiting/grooming) King's Ransom
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Notes; Reserved for Noah :)
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