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It was a quiet day, apart from the sound of small hooves passing over the fine road. The rider in the saddle of the beautiful Arabian filly couldn't help but sigh with pleasure, her thoughts simply euphoric. A sun high in the sky, not a cloud in sight, a beautiful summer day - the perfect day to be happy. Her filly seemed happy too, whickering sometimes but always trotting forward, her eyes focused on the path ahead.

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Amber Black focused solely on the horse beneath here before she drifted into a peaceful reverie. Soon, the road would curve and would end. The trail our of the road would lead right to the beach, and there Amber planned to gallop the Arabian and let her play. Must Be Love, the young three year old filly, would enjoy the play. She had been in intensive training for two years for her eventing career, and had flaunted her potential in prospect shows. Amber knew that Love would become the best eventer she had ever owned, but she still wished her current best eventers, Island's Shining Star, Dream No More, and Fly Away Tia, would give her a run for her money.

The road ended, and the pair entered a small stretch of wood. The vast expanse of road was now a rocky, three foot wide trail that would soon turn into sand that was twenty feet wide. The beach was about that wide, and that was why it was a prime spot to work Thoroughbreds. Amber wondered if she would happen upon any riders this evening. As the beach came in sight, her eyes watched for a human figure seated on a horse, looking almost desperately for company.

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Emily walked the young Thoroughbred onto the beach. Lapse of Faith pranced on the soft sand, deeper than the perfectly manicured footing that she was used to on the track. She snorted as her rider held her back, making her walk calmly along. She arched her neck as she fought the pressure of the bit against her mouth. Emily had thought that she was giving Fate a day off by bringing her to the beach, but it seemed that no day would be complete until they had their evening run.

Just as Emily released the reins to allow the filly to run, Fate stopped abruptly and stood erect, looking toward the woods that led to the beach. She pricked her ears and her nostrils flared. Emily pet her shoulder trying to make her calm down when she started to whinny. When she looked toward the woods, Emily made out the profile of another horse and rider heading their way. She laughed and said, "Okay Fate we'll say hello." She walked toward the trail opening and realized that the rider was Amber Black, and she called out, "Hey Amber!" She didn't know why her young Thoroughbred had decided that she wanted to socialize, but Emily was happy to see Amber.

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A wide grin stretched across Amber's face. Her grin was so wide, it almost stopped her from replying. "Hey, Emily! How's it going?" she called out. Her legs tightened across her filly's strong barrel, and her heels turned inward. Feeling the heels, Love trotted forward obediently. It was amazing how far she had come from yearling age. And now, three years old! It was amazing how the years flew by.

Who might this be you're riding? asked her. Love's strides were slow enough to let her study the thoroughbred that Emily had been riding. Looks like a thoroughbred racehorse she commented, her eyes running over the muscles evident in the legs and the deer steps the filly took.

ooc|: Sorry for the short post! Ran out of muse.

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Think of a story . . .

x x x . The sounds of chatter were not far. Dae wanted to investigate. She loved to talk. Specially talk about horses. And she loved to see how her horses reacted to other horses they've never met before. She nudged Tammy's flank. The thoroughbred mare went faster than before. Now at canter you could her her breath. Then, Dae saw the two girls. She could tell it was Amber and Emily.

x x x. Hey! Guys! One second! She held her hand up and started to wave. Tammy pranced at the sight of another horse. Dae kicked Tammy's flank again and they went to a gallop. Then she reached Amber and Emily and pulled on the reins. Hey, I'm Dae. I've seen you guys around before. But I can't remember where. She scratched the back of her head. She had it somewhere in the big brain of hers.

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The young woman automatically switched her position in the saddle. She backed Lady up sharply and swung her hindquarters around in a flowing circle. The Arabian filly quietly did as she was told without complaint, and the turn felt smooth. Definite Dressage horse. Amber smiled as she recognized the rider coming up to them - on yet another Thoroughbred.

Popular mount, Thoroughbreds, eh? commented Amber, nodding her head to the mare. I think you're called Dae, if I'm right? I'm Amber. You maybe recognize me from the racetrack or the showing arena. I do both. This lovely lady I'm riding here is my prize Arabian filly. She stopped there, avoiding the chance to brag. Yup, she'd been watching her words carefully lately.

Her eyes were drawn to the new Thoroughbred. She recognized the mare from an auction she had been watching. Tammy, right? she asked, looking right at the mare. Just auctioned a day ago? I was tempted to get her myself. Please correct me if I'm mistaken. She flashed a grin at the rider. Oh, allow my friend here to introduce herself she said suddenly, realizing she might be leaving the other out.

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Nope;; your not mistaken. This is Tammy. A smile went across her face. Yeah;; Thoroughbreds are popular mounts. And yes again, I am Dae.

xx. short. =D

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Emily smiled at Dae and said, "Hey I'm Emily and this is Fate." The chesnut filly nickered a greeting to the new horse and stretched her nose out toward her. Emily hadn't known Fate to be so friendly with other horses. Usually at home she tried to stick with the humans more than her equine companions. Her thin mane fell awkwardly on both sides of her neck as she turned her attention back to the young Arabian mare that had first caught her attention. As the fillies socialized, Emily said, "So how have your horses been doing lately?"

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Amber smiled, happy to talk about her filly rather than herself. Well, this is Must Be Love. The Fire Within x Rhapsody of Romance. She's my best and oldest prospect, being a three year old. She's my future eventer, and she's going to be the best eventer I've ever owned. Purebred Polish Arabian. She has thirty-five prospect wins, and she was the Showing Champion Prospect last year.

She paused, conscious that her friends may think she was bragging. Sorry if that sounded like I was showing off she offered, her tone polite. Only her beautiful brown eyes really showed that she was concerned about her tone of voice in Love's introduction.

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Emily laughed a little and said, "That's okay Amber, it didn't sound braggy. And besides we all like to talk about our horses." She rubbed Fate's neck as she said this. "But it sounds like she's gonna be a great little eventer." The little filly snorted as a soft breeze picked up and tossed her mane up and looked out over the ocean in the direction that it came from. Emily let her gaze follow that of her horses as she watched the waves crash on the beach near them.

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So, how's your little filly here? asked Amber, nodding to the thoroughbred Emily rode. She seems like a young racer, well developed muscles, must be doing well. You've been working her hard though - she looks a bit thinner than most thoroughbreds. Must be a growth spurt. Oh, gosh, I did it again! Sorry she apologized, her tone surprised at herself. My vet side is getting to me. She rubbed her filly's neck, her gaze drawn to the waves crashing on the shore. She followed Emily's gaze until she, too, was watching the beauty of the ocean.

ooc|: So sorry for the short post!

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Emily smiled, "It's okay. I know she's a little thin, but she gets the same food and supplements as my other fillies. And as for her training, she goes balistic if I try to give her a break." She stroked Fate's muscular neck as she spoke. "She may be growing more though," she continued, "She's only two. As far as her racing goes, she's nothing special." The filly turned to face her owner as if to question this. Emily laughed and added, "Well, not yet anyway. She's only won one race and placed a few times." She pet her strong shoulder and Fate began to play with her bit impatiently. "Hey, you want to go for a little run?" she asked. She knew that the racehorse was tired of standing still and even a short gallop down the beach would settle her down.