Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2015 4:03:14 GMT -5
The tall stocky grey filly pricked her ears as she stepped effortlessly out onto the turf track - she let out an effortless whinny as Kayla stroked her neck. She was a beautiful filly - pure elegance and grace, though the stockiness didn't make this seem any different. Her perfectly formed crest bent as she chomped away on her snaffle, breathing out mist during the first hour of sunrise over Green Horse Fields. Watching the other horses go by, Kayla knew this filly would be something of a special kind. She was planning on entering her this week - she carried herself perfectly and after the last year of training, she knew that everything would go to plan. The filly had grown into herself perfectly and didn't look like a gangly long legged yearling anymore, but a perfect mature two-year-old who was ready to prove to the world what she had.
Leaning over the barrier, Callie stood - watching the pair as they gazed over the tracks. "Hey, you gonna give her a breeze?" She shouted. Alarmed, Lottie pricked her ears and turned her head behind her before letting out a nicker. Kayla took a tighter hold of the rein and gently pulled the filly's left rein to turn her around towards her friend. Lottie's ears pricked and she walked over the turf and towards Callie, nickering as she did so. "She's so vocal!" Kayla giggled. Callie grinned, watching the filly as her attention gazed onto the track. "How does eight furlongs, five breeze and sprint the final three sound?" Kayla asked Callie, pulling her visor down over her eyes. Callie smiled and gave her the thumbs up. It would be the perfect workout for the filly. She would be the perfect sprinter or miler filly - only time would tell what the spot on distance for her would be.
Kayla took a tighter grip of the reins and turned the filly around before asking her for a trot. Throwing in a cheeky stride of canter, Kayla tightened her grip, "Woah," she said to the excitable filly, arching her neck and snorting as she trotted elegantly across the turf. Her feed had definitely livened her up a bit. Kayla giggled as she reached the nine furlong pole over the 1m 2f track. She stood in her stirrups and squeezed and the canter came before she had to ask properly - it's like the filly knew what was going to be asked of her. Lottie always remained focused on the track, she was never fussed if there was a horse in front or behind her. She just loved to precede, stalking the leaders and pressuring the pace towards the end. The eight furlong pole came and Kayla loosened her grip and let the filly's stride extend over the surface.
Callie stood watching from the fence as the filly's pace quickened from a lope to a quick canter along the back straight. She carried herself long and low, snorting with every stride. Kayla looked between her filly's ears, watching her and listening to her hooves hit the turf stride by stride, the springy ground beneath her feet carrying her. As she came round the bend towards the five furlong marker, Kayla asked her for a bit more speed - Lottie picked up the pace and her fast canter went into a gallop. She knew where she was. The final four furlongs came. It was almost time - Lottie's eyes glared straight infront of her - the concentration was immense. Kayla took the crop out of her jeans and that was it - "C'mon girl, let's go turn you from a princess into a queen..."
The feeling and sound of Kayla reaching for the crop sparked the filly's attention, almost like she was saying 'Let's do mama proud, Her pace increased and Kayla crouched down. Lottie remained focused and concentrated even more and lengthed her stride as she came into the home turn. Callie's timer clicked beneath her thumb as they passed the three furlong marker. She stood at the white rails, eyes staring at the pair as they began to gallop down the home straight. Pushing the filly bit by bit, Kayla grinned effortlessly at the response she received from Lottie. The filly stretched her legs and powered furiously across the surface. The final furlong came in sight and Kayla tapped the filly on her rump with the crop. She powered forward even more until her furious strength carried her over the line. She was an elegant filly with the effort and power of a furious stallion. "Woohoo!" Kayla punched the air as she pulled the filly up. Callie had hit stop on her timer and read the time out. "Thirty two seconds flat for three!" She shouted. Kayla grinned and patted the filly's neck, still dry - maybe it goes to show that she could be amazing after all.