Post by archibald on Jun 18, 2012 22:57:42 GMT -5
destined for glory & calle ocho ,
Ash leant against the track railing, watching his last workout for the day. Jason was leaning against the railing beside him, wearing that same grim expression that he had been wearing for a few weeks now, the reason for which he couldn’t manage to get out of him with any amount of gentle prodding, so he had just stopped trying to convince his younger brother to tell him what was going on, just putting it down to teenage angst or something, knowing that Jason would tell him if it was something really serious. He stifled a yawn behind one hand, turning his full attention back out to the track.
Eight stretched out alongside Destiny, another trainer at the farm’s horse that he didn’t really have all that much to do with, besides the fact that the horses often worked together since they had the same morning training schedule and it never hurt to run them alongside each other. They were only being breezed today, both bay horses running nearly side by side in an almost lazy manner, clearly not too upset by the fact their riders wouldn’t let them get up to speed, neither of them making any real effort to pull ahead of the other except for pulling a head or nose in front every now and again.
A couple more minutes at a slow gallop and they had reached the end of their workout length, and he watched as their riders slowed them down, putting them into a cool down lap, and he pushed himself off the rail, glancing over at Jason. “Bring Eight in when they’re finished and I’ll get Casey to put him on the hot walker for a bit, and I’ll take you to school,” he said, glancing down at the watch on his wrist, before looking back up at the horses out on the track. They had gone pretty much the whole way around the track again, and the riders were bringing them back to the gate leading into the mounting yard, both Thoroughbreds tossing their heads and bouncing a little, clearly invigorated from the work.