Wired Loose, Youpeeline Derby Y14

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Wired Loose!
March Week Two - Youpeeline Derby Y14

Trotting, Ella would begin to lean forward, encouraging the young filly that she had warmed up enough. Somewhat willingly, Wiz would ease into a casual canter, her stride balanced and adequate. Slowly, the canter would build, not yet a gallop, but still a try for her fitness; she remained equalized on her limbs, despite a quick check back into line when she thought it seemed a better idea to stray out wide. Wiz’s pace was steady. The Youpeeline Derby was upcoming, and Ella was determined to see the charismatic thoroughbred to a strong finish, regardless of her placing she wanted a good fight. Four furlongs passed, and it wasn’t long before the bay filly would begin to stretch, leaning into the bit in an impatient begging to allow the room to move faster. Ella would deny it to her for a few moments, and the filly’s frustration would become clear as her lips would begin to flip with irritation and her ears would pin backwards, “Okay okay,” Ella’s voice was muffled by the wind, but in that moment she would lean forward, reaching for her mane higher up, stance crouching.

Wiz always knew better, an intelligent and fierce competitor; a powerful launching motion would propel her forwards, her eagerness to succeed becoming more than apparent as the growing filly would stretch nose-to-nose with an opponent of her imagination, pushing herself at the speeds Ella knew she was so capable of. And yet even in unfamiliarity the pounding of her fillies hooves against groomed dirt was enough to make her smile, stomach fluttering with the thrill of the chase as the duo would eventually begin to slow after galloping a length of four furlongs. With some persuasion, the filly would come back to, lathered in the sweat of her brilliance, quarters shifting sideways as she would jog so effortlessly towards the exit of the track, a proud bounce to her step that seemed only evident after a strong work out. “You’ve got this, girl,” Ella remarked proudly, laughing quietly to herself before encouraging the filly to walk and cool down; Wiz taking the offering with a relaxed exhalation.