Post by Kenren on Mar 16, 2015 22:04:28 GMT -5
Sweet Inferno & Halexia Suhail
Wild Determination & Savita Tusaint
Wild Determination & Savita Tusaint
"Minske, get her away from me or I swear to god I'll-"
"Hal, come on, just leave her alone." Minske's voice was exasperated, but Hal's eyes were glimmering wickedly.
"How can I leave her alone if she's not the one I was touching to begin with?"
And in a sense, she was right. She'd been flirting with Minske when Savita walked up, head in the young man's lap and fingers tugging lightly at the pale hair just in front of his ears - ready to steal a kiss, in another moment. Minske had been looking down at her with a long-suffering smile, not adhering to her silent demand but not pulling away either. It was that attitude that probably got Savita angry, he mused later - she probably though he was just suffering through Hal's attention out of habit. And perhaps that was partially true, but if there was weariness there was also interest. It was hard for any man to pass Hal by, with her charismatic nature, stunning looks, and easy flirtation that was an open invitation to anything that might follow. He wasn't immune to her, but he was a lot more tempered than most when it came to her advances. Savita resented her, and he cringed at the reason - puppy love, he told himself. Nothing more. He didn't want her to get any ideas, but perhaps he was just too nice for his own good sometimes. Or so it seemed to most.
In any case, it had ended up in an angry Savita and a Halexia that was a pro at pushing all of the right buttons. Savita would never admit why she didn't like Hal, so that didn't help anything. He had finally gotten them somewhat calmed by the time his father showed up, leading Sweet Inferno, with Tigris toting Wild Determination just behind. The black mare was eyeing the track with eagerness, not prancing but fidgeting as she stood waiting. Cole looked at them all for a moment, like he was going to say something about the strange tension between them, but Minske gave a small shake of his head and Cole moved on. "Alright, get these ladies out there. Do a five furlong breeze and gallop out four." Minske had to swallow down his grin - his father avoided drama like the plague, and it didn't take much to get him to ignore it completely. Hal moved to mount Sweetie without seeming at all bothered. In truth, she probably wasn't. It was hard to get her angry. It was nearly impossible to get her flustered. Savita, on the other hand, was hot-tempered and wore her thoughts on her sleeve. When she was tossed on Destiny, the grey mare immediately threw up her head, sidling sideways while throwing a look of reproach back at her rider. After all, Destiny was far too dignified to be ridden with anything other than perfection, and she wouldn't handle Savita being stiff.
Minske walked over, putting one hand on Destiny's shoulder and the other on Savita's ankle. The girl looked down, surprised, and he rather thought the flush on her cheeks wasn't just from anger. "Don't let her get to you. And don't let it affect your work. One's more important than the other." He left her with that, smiling and backing away to let her take Destiny out onto the dirt after a moment's pause. It wasn't immediate, but as the warm-up commenced, both Savita and therefore Destiny were able to relax. Destiny had been doing fairly well so far this year, only out of the money in one start and snagging two wins to reach grade four. She was a classy older mare, and showed it every time she was on the track. Full of imperialistic pride, she was not hot-headed and yet she was full of fight. It was a fantastic combination.
Sweetie was an absolute powerhouse. On lease from SOPS, she was definitely the top dirt runner at Valkyrie at the moment, and she was performing very well. She had run in both the Dawn Treader Spring Cup and The Wire Finish Cup, getting third and second respectively, and had won over a large field in the Unicorn Horn Dirt Classic. She had even finished ahead of former and future stablemate Italian Ice in the Finish Cup - in no one's shadow anymore, Sweetie was blooming beautifully. She had big things ahead, and she wasn't letting off the gas anytime soon.
After they were warmed up, Minske watched beside his father as the horses were taken to the rail, Sweetie to the inside and Destiny out, and asked into a gallop. Sweetie took the lead naturally, and Destiny started only a head behind her, stretching out long, elegant limbs over the dirt. Despite the tiff between the two jockeys beforehand, there was no evidence of it at the moment - the horses kept a moderate pace as they flew past a few horses working slowly to the outside. They trucked into the turn, churning out strides, and Savita asked for speed first about two furlongs out. The grey mare took off with a turn of foot Minske hadn't often seem from her, and Minske found himself leaning forward with interest as she first drew even with then pulled off from Sweetie. He looked with some confusion at Hal, who hadn't asked Sweetie to go even though Destiny was pulling away. He had begun to think maybe there was something wrong with the black mare when, a furlong from the wire and a length behind the grey, Hal let Sweetie loose. The mare was undeniable as a hurricane, and her champion form showed as she gained ground on the other mare with each reaching stride. Savita saw her coming, and Destiny began to respond to the threat, but it was just too late - Sweetie swept by her just before the wire. Minske was smiling as they finished the work with the gallop out - alright, so perhaps Hal had been a little irritated. It was a somewhat subtle mood, but he knew that was her way of putting the younger woman in her 'place'. It didn't hurt that Sweetie was on another level from Destiny at the moment, but Hal wouldn't be bothered by that. Wild Determination was still a very strong mare - one that was likely to rock some boats later in the season.
Things never were dull at Valkyrie.
"Hal, come on, just leave her alone." Minske's voice was exasperated, but Hal's eyes were glimmering wickedly.
"How can I leave her alone if she's not the one I was touching to begin with?"
And in a sense, she was right. She'd been flirting with Minske when Savita walked up, head in the young man's lap and fingers tugging lightly at the pale hair just in front of his ears - ready to steal a kiss, in another moment. Minske had been looking down at her with a long-suffering smile, not adhering to her silent demand but not pulling away either. It was that attitude that probably got Savita angry, he mused later - she probably though he was just suffering through Hal's attention out of habit. And perhaps that was partially true, but if there was weariness there was also interest. It was hard for any man to pass Hal by, with her charismatic nature, stunning looks, and easy flirtation that was an open invitation to anything that might follow. He wasn't immune to her, but he was a lot more tempered than most when it came to her advances. Savita resented her, and he cringed at the reason - puppy love, he told himself. Nothing more. He didn't want her to get any ideas, but perhaps he was just too nice for his own good sometimes. Or so it seemed to most.
In any case, it had ended up in an angry Savita and a Halexia that was a pro at pushing all of the right buttons. Savita would never admit why she didn't like Hal, so that didn't help anything. He had finally gotten them somewhat calmed by the time his father showed up, leading Sweet Inferno, with Tigris toting Wild Determination just behind. The black mare was eyeing the track with eagerness, not prancing but fidgeting as she stood waiting. Cole looked at them all for a moment, like he was going to say something about the strange tension between them, but Minske gave a small shake of his head and Cole moved on. "Alright, get these ladies out there. Do a five furlong breeze and gallop out four." Minske had to swallow down his grin - his father avoided drama like the plague, and it didn't take much to get him to ignore it completely. Hal moved to mount Sweetie without seeming at all bothered. In truth, she probably wasn't. It was hard to get her angry. It was nearly impossible to get her flustered. Savita, on the other hand, was hot-tempered and wore her thoughts on her sleeve. When she was tossed on Destiny, the grey mare immediately threw up her head, sidling sideways while throwing a look of reproach back at her rider. After all, Destiny was far too dignified to be ridden with anything other than perfection, and she wouldn't handle Savita being stiff.
Minske walked over, putting one hand on Destiny's shoulder and the other on Savita's ankle. The girl looked down, surprised, and he rather thought the flush on her cheeks wasn't just from anger. "Don't let her get to you. And don't let it affect your work. One's more important than the other." He left her with that, smiling and backing away to let her take Destiny out onto the dirt after a moment's pause. It wasn't immediate, but as the warm-up commenced, both Savita and therefore Destiny were able to relax. Destiny had been doing fairly well so far this year, only out of the money in one start and snagging two wins to reach grade four. She was a classy older mare, and showed it every time she was on the track. Full of imperialistic pride, she was not hot-headed and yet she was full of fight. It was a fantastic combination.
Sweetie was an absolute powerhouse. On lease from SOPS, she was definitely the top dirt runner at Valkyrie at the moment, and she was performing very well. She had run in both the Dawn Treader Spring Cup and The Wire Finish Cup, getting third and second respectively, and had won over a large field in the Unicorn Horn Dirt Classic. She had even finished ahead of former and future stablemate Italian Ice in the Finish Cup - in no one's shadow anymore, Sweetie was blooming beautifully. She had big things ahead, and she wasn't letting off the gas anytime soon.
After they were warmed up, Minske watched beside his father as the horses were taken to the rail, Sweetie to the inside and Destiny out, and asked into a gallop. Sweetie took the lead naturally, and Destiny started only a head behind her, stretching out long, elegant limbs over the dirt. Despite the tiff between the two jockeys beforehand, there was no evidence of it at the moment - the horses kept a moderate pace as they flew past a few horses working slowly to the outside. They trucked into the turn, churning out strides, and Savita asked for speed first about two furlongs out. The grey mare took off with a turn of foot Minske hadn't often seem from her, and Minske found himself leaning forward with interest as she first drew even with then pulled off from Sweetie. He looked with some confusion at Hal, who hadn't asked Sweetie to go even though Destiny was pulling away. He had begun to think maybe there was something wrong with the black mare when, a furlong from the wire and a length behind the grey, Hal let Sweetie loose. The mare was undeniable as a hurricane, and her champion form showed as she gained ground on the other mare with each reaching stride. Savita saw her coming, and Destiny began to respond to the threat, but it was just too late - Sweetie swept by her just before the wire. Minske was smiling as they finished the work with the gallop out - alright, so perhaps Hal had been a little irritated. It was a somewhat subtle mood, but he knew that was her way of putting the younger woman in her 'place'. It didn't hurt that Sweetie was on another level from Destiny at the moment, but Hal wouldn't be bothered by that. Wild Determination was still a very strong mare - one that was likely to rock some boats later in the season.
Things never were dull at Valkyrie.