Blind Side [Open]

[sam]

The air was cooler in the shade of the trees. Even Virus seemed to like it, and she normally liked nothing at all.

The filly was young at only two years old but she was a stone heart when it came to anything. Despite her being half blind, she rarely spooked or show any sensitivity to her blind side. She really didn't seem to care.

As for me, I was a tad spooky on my own blind side, which happened to be the opposite eye of hers. Together we would work out a way to keep an eye on everything, but it wasn't exactly set in stone yet.

We walked down the trail with ease. Virus powered ahead, her head bobbing and ears pricked. Her head would swing every now and then to check her blind side but beside that she was utterly relaxed.

[S u N f r O s t ~]

One With Gold and Krystal Yhate

The palomino filly picked her way down the trail with a curious air about her. She had always been a very curious filly, always eager to explore her surroundings. Today were exploring the trails, and the two year old was thrilled. I could feel her senses almost as though they were my own, probing the darkness and mystery of the trails as though we were adventuring into unexplored territory. I did happen to know this trail very well though, having been here on several different mounts before. Some of those mounts had been hyperactive beasts, but Goldie was an unusually calm horse for a two year old thoroughbred. It was almost like she was bombproof. Then again, her palomino coat was also rare, so maybe it made her special somehow.

I clucked and asked for a trot from her, and she picked up the pace instantly. We had established a deep bond through all of the training I had done with her, and it was always apparent when I rode her. It was like our minds were connected, and we could read the other's whenever we wanted. Now she knew I wanted a relaxed pace, and a relaxed one she gave. I could almost taste her anticipation as we rounded a bend in the trail, her eagerness for adventure. As we rounded the bend, I spotted a young filly up ahead, moving along at a relaxed walk.

Well, Goldie, here's your adventure I thought, and slowed her to a walk as well. Hey I called up the trail, coming up on the filly's right side at a relaxed pace. I didn't want to startle her, knowing she might very well be spookish.