Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2011 16:37:43 GMT -5
It had been an amazing first race with the pair managing to earn second place in their first time out on the track together. It had been an act which had sent a shock of electricity through the stable. It had come so close to being another miracle, following the breaking of Forbidden Enchantment's maiden in her very first race. The excitement in the stable had been undeniable and Sunny had been well rewarded for her efforts in that debut race. For a week Alexia had spent every spare moment with the filly, giving her the praise and attention which she deserved.
It wasn't like the filly had really reacted though. Lost in her own world it didn't seem that she understood what she had done. In fact to her she had just done something which she loved - run - and she hadn't been phased by the competition. She wasn't really phased by anything because to her the world was nothing but a blur. She lived in her own reality, her thoughts appearing to conflict with everything the real world around her stood for. But Alexia loved her, and she loved Alexia. So what if the filly needed to grow up a bit, if she could run like that just for fun who knew what she would achieve when she really got going?
In the box, the filly seemed to stare into space as Alexia settled into the saddle and when the gates opened she only had to give the filly a single push in order to get her moving. The filly's long, firm stride was fast as she moved down the track, a front runner who seemed to hold no desire to win and yet never really backed down as this was no race to her - it was all a game. She pushed onwards down the four furlong straight, around the corner and, with two furlongs remaining in the straight, continued to push herself hard across the finishing line. A wonderous horse, a ray of light on a dark and cloudy November day.
It wasn't like the filly had really reacted though. Lost in her own world it didn't seem that she understood what she had done. In fact to her she had just done something which she loved - run - and she hadn't been phased by the competition. She wasn't really phased by anything because to her the world was nothing but a blur. She lived in her own reality, her thoughts appearing to conflict with everything the real world around her stood for. But Alexia loved her, and she loved Alexia. So what if the filly needed to grow up a bit, if she could run like that just for fun who knew what she would achieve when she really got going?
In the box, the filly seemed to stare into space as Alexia settled into the saddle and when the gates opened she only had to give the filly a single push in order to get her moving. The filly's long, firm stride was fast as she moved down the track, a front runner who seemed to hold no desire to win and yet never really backed down as this was no race to her - it was all a game. She pushed onwards down the four furlong straight, around the corner and, with two furlongs remaining in the straight, continued to push herself hard across the finishing line. A wonderous horse, a ray of light on a dark and cloudy November day.