Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2011 20:52:19 GMT -5
It was official, they were headed for the Dubai Fillies Cup where they would go head to head with others in order to be named as a dirt champion. Those that won such races were those destined for great things, and no one could deny that Mona was destined for such. She had been performing well, flaunting her great beauty while showing a great amount of skill on the track. She was a heart-catching queen, almost dancing on the track. A show off, a lover of the crowd, and a mistress of the dirt. She knew well how to run a race and she ran it regularly, always pushing to make that next step toward being a champion. But she would always be a champion in the eyes of Silver Stride Stables. One win away from Grade Two status, she was racking up the wins and starting to make a name for herself. It would not take much for her to push into Grade One status or beyond, for she had at least another year or two left on the track.
The bay filly was a fluent and majestic mover. In slower gaits it was said she was like a dressage horse. Each flint was perfectly placed, her head was always held high with the elegantly curved neck. When she moved her mane and tail drifted in her wake, a reminder of what had passed, and she never failed to turn an eye. It was this beauty which had caused her to e such a head turner, and which had caused her arrogance. After all, once she had realised her beauty the once shy filly had changed into the crowd-pleaser she had become.
Walking toward the track, Mona had the elegance of a star as she walked next to her jockey. Her gait was smooth, fluid and matched the pace at which Alexia was walking. It had taken a while, but their bond had grown and they were on their way to magnificent things. Things which Alexia didn't even dare to dream of. Mona did, though, and those dreams of her own success spurred her on.
Day one of the workouts for the Dubai Filly Cup and they were already showing a great deal of enthusiasm. It was early morning, the pair had been prepared for their workout before even the grooms arrived and had started toward the track as soon as Matthias's car had pulled into the drive. Matthias would catch up and they had a lot of work to do. Tossing her head, the bay filly had the track in her sight and she was ready to prove herself.
Gating was easy, the filly entering the tight box without a fuss and standing still, waiting for her way to be cleared in order for her to tear down the dirt. Her eyes drifted shut momentarily, reopened, and the gates opened. She flew from the gate, her pace around average as she settled into her long and elegant stride. She held her head high as she galloped onwards, responsive to even the slightest move of the reigns. It was like a professional that she rounded the corner with her tassel streaming behind her and her ears perked.
"Come on Mona, let's show them what you have baby." Alexia spoke softly as she pushed the horse onwards, not using the crop but driving the filly onwards as they came out of the corner. The filly responded immediately, her pace picking up as she stormed down the straight. About two furlongs from the post Alexia tapped her crop on the filly's flank and the filly threw her last ounce of effort into her run, pushing hard and her stride as long as she could achieve as she moved onwards. She passed the post with a joyous tossing of her head and started to slow down. One day down, one workout down, and it would soon be raceday.
The bay filly was a fluent and majestic mover. In slower gaits it was said she was like a dressage horse. Each flint was perfectly placed, her head was always held high with the elegantly curved neck. When she moved her mane and tail drifted in her wake, a reminder of what had passed, and she never failed to turn an eye. It was this beauty which had caused her to e such a head turner, and which had caused her arrogance. After all, once she had realised her beauty the once shy filly had changed into the crowd-pleaser she had become.
Walking toward the track, Mona had the elegance of a star as she walked next to her jockey. Her gait was smooth, fluid and matched the pace at which Alexia was walking. It had taken a while, but their bond had grown and they were on their way to magnificent things. Things which Alexia didn't even dare to dream of. Mona did, though, and those dreams of her own success spurred her on.
Day one of the workouts for the Dubai Filly Cup and they were already showing a great deal of enthusiasm. It was early morning, the pair had been prepared for their workout before even the grooms arrived and had started toward the track as soon as Matthias's car had pulled into the drive. Matthias would catch up and they had a lot of work to do. Tossing her head, the bay filly had the track in her sight and she was ready to prove herself.
Gating was easy, the filly entering the tight box without a fuss and standing still, waiting for her way to be cleared in order for her to tear down the dirt. Her eyes drifted shut momentarily, reopened, and the gates opened. She flew from the gate, her pace around average as she settled into her long and elegant stride. She held her head high as she galloped onwards, responsive to even the slightest move of the reigns. It was like a professional that she rounded the corner with her tassel streaming behind her and her ears perked.
"Come on Mona, let's show them what you have baby." Alexia spoke softly as she pushed the horse onwards, not using the crop but driving the filly onwards as they came out of the corner. The filly responded immediately, her pace picking up as she stormed down the straight. About two furlongs from the post Alexia tapped her crop on the filly's flank and the filly threw her last ounce of effort into her run, pushing hard and her stride as long as she could achieve as she moved onwards. She passed the post with a joyous tossing of her head and started to slow down. One day down, one workout down, and it would soon be raceday.