Let There Be Snow

Mizadori was not a bad filly, although she was probably not raced as much as she might be. In fact, she had only been raced once since the Autumn Cup. This, however, meant that she was probably one of the freshest entrants in the large field she would be running against. There were, in fact, nine entrants in the race and the majority of them had both maturity and experience over her. However, that did not mean that they should count her out. Mida was quite a confident and spirited filly. She was not known for giving in, and she most certainly didn't back down without a good fight.

She had been well matched with her jockey. Neither the filly, nor the jockey, exactly put a premium on bonding. In fact, Mida was probably the most distant horse in the barn and had bonded with no one. She was a nightmare, blatantly refusing to listen to anybody, and Alana was a tough jockey - introverted but confident in herself. She didn't need anybody, and for that very reason the filly and the jockey had an understanding. They raced together, but they were not friends and they likely never would be.

Gating was a simple task with Mida, as long as their were either no horses around or the others were gated. On race day, the handlers knew to ensure she was the last the gate. It gave the filly time to watch the other horses and when she finally did gate she would do so calmly and without fuss, rather than fighting and likely hurting herself or somebody else. It was something the staff had learnt early on, and a little quirk that they worked around.

In the gates, the filly was deadly calm. Alana, too, was calm. Their minds focussed as they stared down the short stretch. Five furlongs was half of what they would be running on race day, but it allowed her time to stretch her legs and be prepared to make the best of their situation on race day. Alana knew that they could do it, and as he found her balance in the stirrups she waited for the gates to open.

It did not take long, and as soon as the gates opened the filly broke cleanly, settling into a pace which was around average. Come race day, she would settle into a mid pack position along with Gold Fox, Prince Arthur and Crowned Clown. At the front there would be Lady Ophelia and Strictly Royal followed my Carmilla and Erin Shore. The group would be closed by a filly called Enchantress. It would be a tough race, that much was certain, but Mida was not incapable of dealing with large fields and tough races.

As they moved forwards, it was clear that the filly was full of energy and eager to perform. Her audits were pressed forwards, her tassel a banner behind her as they moved forwards. Alana had little to do for now. There was no point in giving instruction, as Mida would just ignore her anyway, and it wasn't like they were doing badly. In fact, as they moved down the first few furlongs they were making quite good time. Three furlongs remaining. One more until Alana's work would start. She imagined the field around her, smirked slightly. It was time to push so the filly really would be ready for the race.

The crop cracked against the chestnut's rump, and she surged forwards in response. Alana drove, and the filly fought. Stride by stride, they were flying forwards and as the faster they went, the harder Alana drove. She wanted this win. She was thirsting for it, and the filly deserved one. As they came to the post their speed was great and Alana was confident. Mida would do her best.