silent morning (open)

Amber Black and Wild Kiss

Mornings were the best time to go and work out horses, especially new two year olds. There were less distractions, less things to shatter focus and make the training session less beneficial and not as efficient as it could be. Amber knew this from her year of experience in the field. She knew that you especially had to watch the smart horses, who would recognize the disturbance as something to make a big deal out of, just to annoy their handlers, and then intelligently reveal that they were making a mountain out of a molehill.

Wild Kiss was such a filly; she was intelligent, sweet but sly. She could be quite manipulative. However, she had one of the bravest hearts Amber had ever seen in the barns, no doubt a trait from her sire DW Flamekissed. However, she had inherited her sweetness and turf tendencies from her dam Wild Flower. Such a combination had given a filly Amber wouldn't let anybody else ride due to her intelligence and sly ways, but Amber also personally enjoyed jockeying those horses that were Flower's foals. Kiss's half sister Wildly Natural was hugely successful. Amber wanted to make Kiss just as big a deal on the turf track.

Kiss snorted as she caught sight of a shape ahead of them, another horse out to work early. Amber remained relaxed in the saddle, but she kept a tighter hold on Kiss and asked for a trot in the hopes of recapturing the filly's attention. But the two year old was inattentive; she pulled towards the other horse, longing for a distraction. Amber sighed. At the very least, the horse could provide competition and help get Kiss's head back in the game. She let Kiss catch up to the horse, and prepared a polite greeting when she saw Marissa on the colt's back.

Oh, hey Marrisa she said warmly, a smile tracing the corners of her mouth up.

Amber was glancing over the colt that Marissa rode. He had a heavier build than her filly, but was sleek and looked powerful. Amber thought she saw something in him that looked familiar to one of her other horses, but she wasn't sure what. Was he the son of one of her stallions or something? Surely she'd remember if she just knew the name of the colt. One thing for sure - he looked like fierce competition. Amber wondered what monster Green Horse Stables could have this time around.

This is Wild Kiss she responded in answer to Marissa's question. Sarah helped name her. She's by DW Flamekissed and out of Wild Flower. I believe she's her sire's only foal. She patted the filly fondly, and then berated herself mentally as the filly used this opportunity to reach out and sniff the colt. Amber hoped that he wouldn't react negatively. Her filly was scatterbrained and distracted enough without getting a possible boyfriend. Who are you riding? she asked curiously, getting ready to scope out the territory of Green Horse Stables' two year old crop.

Kiss snorted happily, apparently interpreting Silence's reaction as a sign of friendship. Amber smiled to herself, noticing that Marissa had stiffened when Kiss had nosed Silence. She guessed that Silence wasn't usually so nice, and that the colt's reaction had surprised his rider. Now Kiss was positively dancing on the turf. For once, she was being extremely attentive. The colt at her side reminded her of racing, and she loved competition. She was getting ready to go. Battle Brook Stables...I remember them so well Amber said with a sigh. For some reason I positively raided their stallions and bloodlines right before they left. Besides Kiss here, I also have a Native Flame foal, Fire Dancer, by my best broodmare On To Dancing. A sudden cat-that-ate-the-canary grin flitted across Amber's face. I also have Eternal Phantom. She's by Night Stalker and out of El Sol Del Mar. She has a twin who lives with Akita Rose.

Just mentioning the now-yearling made Amber excited. Phantie was smart and silent, and could really throw hissy fits, but Amber was excited for her prospects as a racehorse. Oh wow, he's grown so much and he looks awesome! Amber gushed upon hearing the colt's name. He was by her stallion Grand Silence and out of the Rising Fury. Of course Amber would remember who he was. How's he been? What's his personality like? I see he likes the turf like his daddy - does he like the dirt too?

Amber knew well just how lucky she was to have had a chance to snag one of Sunny's offspring. It was pure luck that Kirsten, owner of Akita Rose, had just so happened to mention it in passing. It had been quite the opportunity.

As Marissa mentioned how Silence was a heavyweight, Amber nodded in agreement. She, too, had noticed how the colt was built. A bit stocky, with some more muscle, but powerful. Indeed, he looked very powerful. Just looking at him reminded Amber of his sire, now that she knew who the colt was. His sire had looked just as powerful as a two year old. Wild Kiss was built more slim. Where Silence was a heavyweight, Kiss would have been in the lightweight division, if they had been wrestlers - which, Amber had to admit, would be pushing it a bit for Kiss, considering her personality. Yeah, I wouldn't expect him to be friendly, with Fury as a sire. I'm actually kind of nervous for what my own Rising Fury foal will turn out to be like. Got any advice? she asked playfully. Indeed, she was going to be having her own Rising Fury foal, by her beloved Impressario. Amber couldn't wait for the foal to be born.

Surface preferences just like his daddy she stated proudly. He felt exactly the same way about the dirt. Turf was always his true calling.

ooc// *headdesk*

ic// Amber smiled. Get someone who wasn't too afraid of flying off a horse several times a week? That would be interesting. That narrowed it down to either her or Krystal, though maybe she should give Henna a chance with such a mount? Henna had only been given energetic horses before, like Mel and Asus. Could she handle ones that were potentially hard to handle? Krystal had taken it upon herself to handle Classy, and the other mean tempered horses, like Prancer. She was proven. Henna was not. But perhaps Amber should give her a chance? Well, I shouldn't get ahead of myself Amber thought. I should wait and see what the foal's temperament turns out to be.

A race sounds awesome Amber replied with a grin. Anything to get Kiss back on task. The filly in question was currently attempting to reach out and nose Silence again. Amber was holding her in check to prevent antagonizing the other colt, but the filly's lack of attention needed to be worked on. Kiss's favorite distance is about nine or ten furlongs. However, I think just a sharp blowout will do it for her first race. How does four or five furlongs, race pace, sound to you?