Post by Sussy on Jan 30, 2014 20:04:12 GMT -5
Girl Talk, Y14 Maiden Turf
Like a kid in a Candy store, Ella was excited beyond belief. The filly they had been holding back from truly shining was finally brought into work and more than ready to show the world what she had in store. The young adult was hesitant to admit it, but Ella was almost convinced Lassy was a new favourite; not only was she breathlessly stunning, a complete character through and through, but she was a very strong galloper. She had the makings of a champion and the young jockey and trainer was more than confident that the small little filly with the coat of ebony was capable of outdoing the rest.
The trio stood, watching the impressive filly with fondness. “Wow, Ella,” Marion said, remembering the filly as a fluffy baby and never truly imagining she could have grown to be so stunning. “I know right?” Ella mused, proudly towards her mother, “This girls got what it takes, I can tell you that now.” Sunny shook his head in near disbelief, “Yeah sure, if she grows up,” watching as the character thoroughbred would hold the cloth in her mouth, rubbing it continuously up and down the railing to which she was tied. Ella chuckled, walking over to the horse and rubbing her between the eyes, “No way, when you see her run you’ll change your mind; she is truly one of those horses that thrive on the track.” She had yet to race, but her work outs were impressive.
Boosted into the saddle, Ella would smile fondly at the kind filly who stood so obediently, as if waiting for her cues to move on when really she was satisfied entertaining herself with the bit; bobbing her head up and down while it flipped to and fro against her tongue. But when asked to work, she was more than willing, an excited snort accompanying her forward stride as she would bounce into an enthusiastic trot. At first, she didn’t seem to be anything special, eased into a canter she was balanced, forward, but she didn’t boast of speed or huge power. That was not yet, at least…
She was a bit of a dark horse in that aspect (both literally and figuratively), her canters eemed nothing impressive, but it was consistent. To keep her stamina, Lassy was continued on at her current pace for four furlongs, and to hell if she would show any signs of tiring! Barely sweating, Ella pushed her into a gallop. Willingly, but with a near-relaxed air, she would ease her way into it, calm and tranquil, seeming to be enjoying every moment of the entertainment. But it was certainly not dull, for after a furlong she would begin to build, gradually increasing in speed and showing no signs of backing down.
Ella galloped her for three furlongs, and the filly loved every moment, her stamina and endurance were matched by few, and her gradual speed intake was more than impressive. Ella was tempted to push her on for longer, to feel the thrill of her continuous acceleration; but she did not want to tire her. So reluctantly she would ask the black roan to slow, the young thoroughbred abiding by her handlers wishes, and slowly coming back to a relaxed trot. “You’ll get ‘em girl,” Ella mused proudly, scratching fondly in front of the dark fillies whither. And she didn’t doubt it for a moment.
