Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2011 14:19:01 GMT -5
Confidence. It was an air that only a few could have without being thought of as cocky. It took time to gain the respect of others, to be able to flaunt that great trust in yourself to shine without fail. If you failed to be a star when you had such an air of confidence you would lose your audience. They would drift away, calling you a has been or a want to be. But for those that could do it and maintain good relations with the world at the same time confidence was the must have fashion accessory.
Of course, it could be argued that horses do not have the same logic as humans, that they think differently and see the world differently, but watching Mona it was a difficult concept to understand. How could they think so differently when her behaviour reflected so well what happened in highschools across the world. The popular kids were always beautiful, often sporty, and always had that air of arrogance. They were confident and the world around them seemed to revere them. So Mona was the popular girl with great beauty, amazing conformation and sporting achievement. In the next few months it was hoped that she would continue to shine and grow. In the next few months it was hoped that she could grace even higher fields of existance.
The mare trotted through the pasture with her head held high, a sparkle in her dark eyes as she moved forwards. Each stride confident, sure and well placed. Grace and beauty eminated from her as her mane streamed behind her. Certainly, it was like a scene from a movie to see how she moved so well and how even the other equines seemed to stop and stare as she passed. How great it must be to feel that you can achieve and to know that no one will question you. How perfect life must be when you were the top of the pile.
Alexia had never been on the top of the heap. She'd been too short, too skinny to be considered attractive. She'd had a middle standing throughout school and her mind had always been elsewhere. She had been obsessed with horses, not with social position. She had wanted to start off where her parents had left her. But she wanted to do something different at the same time. The horses had been sold when she was young but even as she went through school she knew that the stable awaited her at the end of it all and as soon as she could she started to learn. It had all been worth it, though. She wouldn't be here now if she had been the top of the pile. She wouldhave thought herself too perfect for this place. But just watching Mona and her great beauty and confidence Alexia sometimes felt jealous.
Opening the gate to the pasture Alexia smiled, calling over to the bay beauty which was Mona who swiftly changed direction to come over, settling by her side. Alexia stroked the mare's shoulder before putting on the head collar and leading the mare out. "You ready for a run, Mona?" she asked the mare who tossed her head and seemed to prance in response. As if she could understand, as if she could even begin to comprehend the human language. Really she was just attention seeking, but it looked like enthusiasm and that in turn filled Alexia with such. "We'll be great, huh? We're gonna show your sister who's boss this time, aren't we?" Alexia referred to the mare's half sister of the same age, Dashing In The Firelight. Lately, the mare seemed to have been outperforming Mona but Alexia knew that that could, and would, change.
The next hour was spent preparing the star. Grooming her, ensuring she was healthy and putting on the tack that would be required for her workout. On ace day, Alexia was considering putting the mare's mane up and out of the way but for today's purposes it would stay down. She just looked more beautiful that way and the whole stable knew that this mare liked her beauty. Sufficiently pampered she walked down to the track calmly, her brown eyes reflecting the dusty stretch. That was her showground, the dirt track, that was her castle. The mare moved onwards and tossed her head, snorting impatiently. She wanted to get out there, stretch her legs, and show the other horses exactly why she was the boss around here.
The workout was a breeze. She loaded easily, save for letting out a shrill whinny, and broke like a rocket. She moved down the straight quickly, her elegant stride long and sure. Her head was held high, her ears forward as she showed what she had been built to do, each stride causing a perfect four-beat rhythm as she flew toward the post. As the wind pulled through her mane and tail she seemed to hold even more beauty than usual and as they rounded the last corner the game really began as the mare surged up another gear to sprint the straight and pass the post. Beauty undetermined, strength and power like you coul never guess. A dancer in the night, waiting for her chance to shine. Mona was perfect for these stables and they were lucky to have her.
Of course, it could be argued that horses do not have the same logic as humans, that they think differently and see the world differently, but watching Mona it was a difficult concept to understand. How could they think so differently when her behaviour reflected so well what happened in highschools across the world. The popular kids were always beautiful, often sporty, and always had that air of arrogance. They were confident and the world around them seemed to revere them. So Mona was the popular girl with great beauty, amazing conformation and sporting achievement. In the next few months it was hoped that she would continue to shine and grow. In the next few months it was hoped that she could grace even higher fields of existance.
The mare trotted through the pasture with her head held high, a sparkle in her dark eyes as she moved forwards. Each stride confident, sure and well placed. Grace and beauty eminated from her as her mane streamed behind her. Certainly, it was like a scene from a movie to see how she moved so well and how even the other equines seemed to stop and stare as she passed. How great it must be to feel that you can achieve and to know that no one will question you. How perfect life must be when you were the top of the pile.
Alexia had never been on the top of the heap. She'd been too short, too skinny to be considered attractive. She'd had a middle standing throughout school and her mind had always been elsewhere. She had been obsessed with horses, not with social position. She had wanted to start off where her parents had left her. But she wanted to do something different at the same time. The horses had been sold when she was young but even as she went through school she knew that the stable awaited her at the end of it all and as soon as she could she started to learn. It had all been worth it, though. She wouldn't be here now if she had been the top of the pile. She wouldhave thought herself too perfect for this place. But just watching Mona and her great beauty and confidence Alexia sometimes felt jealous.
Opening the gate to the pasture Alexia smiled, calling over to the bay beauty which was Mona who swiftly changed direction to come over, settling by her side. Alexia stroked the mare's shoulder before putting on the head collar and leading the mare out. "You ready for a run, Mona?" she asked the mare who tossed her head and seemed to prance in response. As if she could understand, as if she could even begin to comprehend the human language. Really she was just attention seeking, but it looked like enthusiasm and that in turn filled Alexia with such. "We'll be great, huh? We're gonna show your sister who's boss this time, aren't we?" Alexia referred to the mare's half sister of the same age, Dashing In The Firelight. Lately, the mare seemed to have been outperforming Mona but Alexia knew that that could, and would, change.
The next hour was spent preparing the star. Grooming her, ensuring she was healthy and putting on the tack that would be required for her workout. On ace day, Alexia was considering putting the mare's mane up and out of the way but for today's purposes it would stay down. She just looked more beautiful that way and the whole stable knew that this mare liked her beauty. Sufficiently pampered she walked down to the track calmly, her brown eyes reflecting the dusty stretch. That was her showground, the dirt track, that was her castle. The mare moved onwards and tossed her head, snorting impatiently. She wanted to get out there, stretch her legs, and show the other horses exactly why she was the boss around here.
The workout was a breeze. She loaded easily, save for letting out a shrill whinny, and broke like a rocket. She moved down the straight quickly, her elegant stride long and sure. Her head was held high, her ears forward as she showed what she had been built to do, each stride causing a perfect four-beat rhythm as she flew toward the post. As the wind pulled through her mane and tail she seemed to hold even more beauty than usual and as they rounded the last corner the game really began as the mare surged up another gear to sprint the straight and pass the post. Beauty undetermined, strength and power like you coul never guess. A dancer in the night, waiting for her chance to shine. Mona was perfect for these stables and they were lucky to have her.