knighthood

[alicekcrose]

"Easy boy," I said slowly. The young colt was definitely maturing. It was hard to think when he came just two weeks ago he was really spooky; but we seem to have worked our way through this stage. I mean, come on. This colt is the son of News Flash; he's gallant, he's elegant, he's like the king in his own league, with the blood and flesh of royalty.

Jacey Leigh looked in the mirror at her stomach. "Do I look like I've gained a few pounds?" She said, turning her head to me. I smirked. "Probably all them chicken wings down at the restaurant last week!" I joked. She sighed and looked at me. "Haha, very funny." She wisped her brown hair out of her face before walking over to me.

"Phase Two, leaning over. He's already had a saddle on, let's just hope he doesn't play up too much." Jacey said. I handed her the rein and she lead the colt outside. The colt was a spitting image of his father. The muscles, the legs, the head- he was a dream come true. I followed as soon as I had my protector and helmet on. My boots hit the floor, the heel scuffing. Suddenly, the colt pinned his ears and stamped. "Good boy," Jacey stroked his neck, soothing him.

As I entered the pen just after Jacey, the colt chomped on his D-ring snaffle. He kept his ears perked and looked around, but didn't seem flighty at all. I put my hands on his saddle and moved my hands up and down applying pressure to certain spots. He didn't move. He wasn't fussed. Jacey got my leg and gently leaned my over his back. He stood still. A fly buzzed around him. He flicked his tail and stamped his foot, before sidestepping and calming back down.

Jacey held my leg, and walked the colt forward. He hesitated slightly, and took a step forward. Then another step... he broke into a bouncy walk. He didn't seem to mind. He kept his ears pricked. "Alice, Jacey pushed me on further. The colt kept walking. I swung my leg over his bum and sat on his back. Shuffling forward a bit, the colt broke into a slight trot. I took hold of the rein and slowed him, like we'd practised on the lunge.

Jacey stopped the colt and let us go. He stood there, scared of nothing. I patted his neck. "I've got to get a photo of this." Jacey took out her Blackberry Storm and snapped a quick photo. "Just tweeting this now." She posted the picture on Twitter. I smiled and raised my right leg back over the saddle and got off. It was going to be a very good day.