Post by S u N f r O s t ~ on May 27, 2012 13:48:37 GMT -5
CANJUN MOON AND HENNA TURATH
CANJUN'S WORKOUT FOR THE HORSESHOE FUTURITY
Henna grinned as her colt burst into a swinging canter, almost unseating her with his sudden explosion of power. Canjun's mood became positively euphoric as they coasted at their warm up canter. He was constantly in motion. He hated standing still. That was one thing that connected Canjun to his stable of origin, Akita Rose. Never had Henna heard of a stable with so many horses that couldn't stand still. Seattle Song hadn't been able to stand still, and Mystical Melody had inherited that. It seemed to run in the family, so to speak, over there. And they were back too, challenging them in the Horseshoe Futurity next week with Midnight Thriller, apparently. How had Henna heard of this? Well, they hadn't kept it a big secret, let's say.
Canjun was the wild card. The biggest rivals of the year were meeting in the Horseshoe. Eternal Phantom, Midnight Thriller, Paradise Island, Instant Success...that was the field. All of which were far more renowned than Canjun was. Even Midnight Thriller, who was a complete newcomer to the scene, was more known than Canjun. But what the press had forgotten about was just who Canjun was. Half brother to On To The Spotlight, Moondance, Dashing In The Firelight, Deadly Desires, Seraphim...his lines spoke of greatness. Not to mention that he had won the Next Top Racehorse series last year. That had won him some brief acclaim, with an encouragement award. Henna's grip on the reins tightened as she remembered the glory. They would prove themselves deserving of that title. Next Top Racehorse? You bet.
She felt it when the colt was ready to roll. He was always ready to roll, but there was a peak moment when Henna knew he was completely ready. Grinning as she did so, she let the colt go and hung on for the ride. They went fast, but not too fast. Canjun liked to gain speed as time went on. So right now he was just cruising along. Henna decided that she would just go until it was time to stop. Thus, the workout became an instinctive one. She would let Canjun go for as long as he desired. So they went, and three furlongs scrolled by before Canjun decided to go for top speed. He took off now, and Henna hung on for the ride.
A beatific smile graced her face. Canjun had some power in those legs of his, power which was put to use when the opportunity presented itself. Sometime soon, that power would rear its head, and the world would see what they had been missing. Canjun was not considered a huge threat in the two year old races right now. But if they won this one, if they pulled it off, the result would be fantastic.
