Post by Deleted on May 28, 2012 13:54:42 GMT -5
Aztec had not been doing badly. He had reached the very top of grade five with ease, and was only one win away from stepping into the next grade. Something which he was more than capable of doing, and which he would be encouraged to do. In fact, once he managed it Alexia would be filled with a pride like no other. After all, he was her baby. He was her star, and even if he had performed badly on the track she would have been incapable of thinking badly of him in any way. But the colt had proved to be quite the little racer, and even if his progression was slow Alexia knew he could do great things.
The three year old colt's high level of consistency meant he had a good chance, and he was certainly ready for it. Having come second in his last race several weeks previously he would be aiming to better it in this next race and, as usual, Alexia would be with him every step of the way. There to support and guide him toward the post, and beyond that. Throughout his life and career.
As she sat atop the chestnut sabino colt, Alexia was obviously in thought - her blue eyes clouded with intent. She had, as usual, planned this workout for the colt and she would, as usual, be his jockey in the race. Patting his muscular neck she urged him to walk forwards across the dirt toward the starting gate and the colt responded well, his walk quick-paced and eager. He held his head high, his dark eyes flashing as his jockey continued to think. Upon reaching the gates the handlers were left to get the colt into the gates - not that it was difficult - while Alexia silently went over the entries for the race in her mind.
The Over The Rainbow Stakes had nine entries and perhaps the most worrying among them was the Star Thoroughbreds colt, Euphoria's Warrior. But he was only two, he lacked the maturity, and while he had an impressive level of consistency Aztec wasn't exactly lacking in that respect either. He could probably hand the colt second place on a plate if he put his mind to it, and Alexia was more than ready to show them. It was the attitude of the Star Thoroughbreds team which had, perhaps, riled her more than usual. They looked down on any horse they did not own, acted as though their horses were the be all and end all. But even though they owned some nice horses, not all of their horses could be the best. It was about time the learned this.
Alexia's jaw tightened as she stared beyond the gates. She would show them just who they were messing with. As the gates opened the chestnut broke quickly, pulling forwards with a good deal of speed behind him. Alexia shifted her weight in the saddle slightly, found her balance as the dirt churned beneath them and prepared for the stretch, which this being a short race was not far off. She felt the colt moving beneath her, smooth and quick, watched as the world passed. The cold water droplets falling from the sky stung slightly as they landed on her skin and she urged the colt on, longing for the race to enter.
Soon enough they came into the home stretch and Alexia drove harder, pushing everything she had into the colt. Driving him for the line. The crop played against his rump and he responded even more, his speed bursting in a charge to the line and soon he had passed, his speed good. Alexia knew the colt was ready, she just hoped Star Thoroughbreds were ready to face defeat.
The three year old colt's high level of consistency meant he had a good chance, and he was certainly ready for it. Having come second in his last race several weeks previously he would be aiming to better it in this next race and, as usual, Alexia would be with him every step of the way. There to support and guide him toward the post, and beyond that. Throughout his life and career.
As she sat atop the chestnut sabino colt, Alexia was obviously in thought - her blue eyes clouded with intent. She had, as usual, planned this workout for the colt and she would, as usual, be his jockey in the race. Patting his muscular neck she urged him to walk forwards across the dirt toward the starting gate and the colt responded well, his walk quick-paced and eager. He held his head high, his dark eyes flashing as his jockey continued to think. Upon reaching the gates the handlers were left to get the colt into the gates - not that it was difficult - while Alexia silently went over the entries for the race in her mind.
The Over The Rainbow Stakes had nine entries and perhaps the most worrying among them was the Star Thoroughbreds colt, Euphoria's Warrior. But he was only two, he lacked the maturity, and while he had an impressive level of consistency Aztec wasn't exactly lacking in that respect either. He could probably hand the colt second place on a plate if he put his mind to it, and Alexia was more than ready to show them. It was the attitude of the Star Thoroughbreds team which had, perhaps, riled her more than usual. They looked down on any horse they did not own, acted as though their horses were the be all and end all. But even though they owned some nice horses, not all of their horses could be the best. It was about time the learned this.
Alexia's jaw tightened as she stared beyond the gates. She would show them just who they were messing with. As the gates opened the chestnut broke quickly, pulling forwards with a good deal of speed behind him. Alexia shifted her weight in the saddle slightly, found her balance as the dirt churned beneath them and prepared for the stretch, which this being a short race was not far off. She felt the colt moving beneath her, smooth and quick, watched as the world passed. The cold water droplets falling from the sky stung slightly as they landed on her skin and she urged the colt on, longing for the race to enter.
Soon enough they came into the home stretch and Alexia drove harder, pushing everything she had into the colt. Driving him for the line. The crop played against his rump and he responded even more, his speed bursting in a charge to the line and soon he had passed, his speed good. Alexia knew the colt was ready, she just hoped Star Thoroughbreds were ready to face defeat.