Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2012 15:57:25 GMT -5
The daughter of Impressario and Cute Italian had not disappointed the racing world. In her debut, she had placed second to her half sister but she had then gone on to pull of an impressive victory in the Unicorn Horn Juvenile Dirt in a move which had beaten out two other Impressario babies in one move. Certainly, she had shown her talent in that race. She had shown the world just why they had shivered when they heard the name Impressario, and she was on her way to the top. But to get there, she had to start at the bottom and build up. Silver Stride Stables had no qualms about doing just that.
As she moved beside the handler, the black filly showed the beauty that she would grow into. She had nice conformation, and a certain spark in her dark brown eyes which just dared the world to try it. Her head was held high, her tail a triumphant flag as she was led onwards, clearly more than ready for her next challenge. But her next challenge had not yet come, only more training and more bonding with the jockey she was expected to run under for the rest of her life.
The turf was emerald green, and birds sang as they flew in the vast expanses of the sky. On the farms not far from the stable, the first lambs had made their appearance on the hill tops. Signs that Winter would soon leave them, and spring would roll in with the new life that she carried. Things no horse could understand the beauty of, but that were not lost on the handler. Patting the filly's neck, he pulled her to a halt. Icee did as instructed, but snorted at the display of affection from the man. She did not do affection, she did not bond with anybody.
Alexia was not far behind the filly and handler. Deep in conversation with Matthias, the trainer, she had followed them down to the track while considering the possibilities ahead of them. Icee was a powerful filly, but she lacked experience. She needed to race. Yes, she learnt quickly, but every race would ingrain what she learnt. She would only get better with time and patience. The blonde jockey had faith in the filly, but also worry. Worry that she, as a jockey, was not good enough. Worry that she would let everyone down.
She strode over to her mount and pulled herself into the saddle confidently, putting her hand into the filly's dark mane for a moment and then lifting her hand, and the rein. She signalled to Lucas to leave her, and pushed the filly forwards up the turf. Icee knew what it meant, and lurched forwards into a quick gallop up the fast, green turf. Each confident stride was well placed, her four hooves tearing up the grass as she moved onwards.
Alexia steered the filly to the rail, pressed her onwards. It was only a short run, three furlongs, and it was her and Matthias pushing the filly to improve her speed even further. Not that she struggled with it, but because she was capable of more. She was capable of huge things. That had already been seen by the world, by the stable, and great things were expected from the filly and from them. They continued their movement, Alexia pressing the filly and Icee throwing herself into the run entirely. She was completely focussed, fighting with every muscle. In the stands, Matthias was watching the stopwatch. Counting the seconds.
They soared past the post, Matthias clicked the watch, and Alexia started to slow the filly down. Her flank was lathered with sweat, and the grooms would need to give the filly some attention when she returned to the stable. But Alexia knew she was in good hands. She slid from the saddle, patted the filly's neck and walked over to Matthias. "How'd we do?" he just grinned and that was all she needed to know. Icee was on the improve.
As she moved beside the handler, the black filly showed the beauty that she would grow into. She had nice conformation, and a certain spark in her dark brown eyes which just dared the world to try it. Her head was held high, her tail a triumphant flag as she was led onwards, clearly more than ready for her next challenge. But her next challenge had not yet come, only more training and more bonding with the jockey she was expected to run under for the rest of her life.
The turf was emerald green, and birds sang as they flew in the vast expanses of the sky. On the farms not far from the stable, the first lambs had made their appearance on the hill tops. Signs that Winter would soon leave them, and spring would roll in with the new life that she carried. Things no horse could understand the beauty of, but that were not lost on the handler. Patting the filly's neck, he pulled her to a halt. Icee did as instructed, but snorted at the display of affection from the man. She did not do affection, she did not bond with anybody.
Alexia was not far behind the filly and handler. Deep in conversation with Matthias, the trainer, she had followed them down to the track while considering the possibilities ahead of them. Icee was a powerful filly, but she lacked experience. She needed to race. Yes, she learnt quickly, but every race would ingrain what she learnt. She would only get better with time and patience. The blonde jockey had faith in the filly, but also worry. Worry that she, as a jockey, was not good enough. Worry that she would let everyone down.
She strode over to her mount and pulled herself into the saddle confidently, putting her hand into the filly's dark mane for a moment and then lifting her hand, and the rein. She signalled to Lucas to leave her, and pushed the filly forwards up the turf. Icee knew what it meant, and lurched forwards into a quick gallop up the fast, green turf. Each confident stride was well placed, her four hooves tearing up the grass as she moved onwards.
Alexia steered the filly to the rail, pressed her onwards. It was only a short run, three furlongs, and it was her and Matthias pushing the filly to improve her speed even further. Not that she struggled with it, but because she was capable of more. She was capable of huge things. That had already been seen by the world, by the stable, and great things were expected from the filly and from them. They continued their movement, Alexia pressing the filly and Icee throwing herself into the run entirely. She was completely focussed, fighting with every muscle. In the stands, Matthias was watching the stopwatch. Counting the seconds.
They soared past the post, Matthias clicked the watch, and Alexia started to slow the filly down. Her flank was lathered with sweat, and the grooms would need to give the filly some attention when she returned to the stable. But Alexia knew she was in good hands. She slid from the saddle, patted the filly's neck and walked over to Matthias. "How'd we do?" he just grinned and that was all she needed to know. Icee was on the improve.