Post by apart on Oct 1, 2016 20:12:31 GMT -5
Grisaille with jockey Bridget
October had come, and it was cloudy. By three o'clock in the afternoon, the skies were as grey as the thoroughbred that Bridget was riding. The jockey had already taken a shine to Grisaille, although some of the more reckless staff at Xenon Racing had preferred to take on more unruly mounts. Bridget, on the other hand, was delighted to be riding a horse who wasn't in dire need of an attitude adjustment- quite the opposite, in fact! Grisaille didn't boast famous bloodlines and, from Bridget's brief experience with the filly in the training arena, it had to be admitted that her gaits weren't any special. However, Bridget had quickly sensed that the young thoroughbred had a desire to please her rider. Grisaille's willingness was a valuable trait, but it was a virtue that could be easily crushed in such an inexperienced horse. Bridget was determined not to allow that to happen.
Bridget rode onto the training track with Grisaille. The young filly, who had already developed a justifiable reputation for skittishness, took well to the track. It was, after all, merely different variety of the track were she first learned to accept a rider. Bridget would have liked to meet the person who broke in the filly, for he or she had evidently nurtured the gentle horse's best qualities despite her fear of the unknown. However, Bridget knew that Grisaille had been purchased from a minor racing stables in the U.K. that had been completely closed down and put up for auction after the death of its last owner. Apparently his children had been unwilling to manage the business. The closure meant that Bridget was unlikely to ever met Grisaille's trainer, but it had been a blessing for Xenon Racing at least, bringing them horses like Grisaille at a rather low price. Bridget hoped that she could prove Grisaille's true worth on the racetrack.
At a nudge from Bridget, Grisaille set off. She strove her hardest, but she needed a good deal of guidance from her jockey. Bridget put her effort into keeping Grisaille on course, and noticed the rising number of furlongs they were covering. Grisaille carried Bridget for twelve furlongs. Bridget patted the filly and praised her on the way back to the stables. Once in the stable, the jockey untacked and groomed Grisaille. She had a certain amount of time on her hands at the moment, as several horses had yet to reach the stables. Bridget sneakily fed Grisaille a small treat as she groomed the filly's coat. The jockey was interested in seeing how the grey thoroughbred would perform in a group, but it was only a passing curiosity. For now, Bridget was delighted only with Grisaille's first performance, which had been a fine one.
October had come, and it was cloudy. By three o'clock in the afternoon, the skies were as grey as the thoroughbred that Bridget was riding. The jockey had already taken a shine to Grisaille, although some of the more reckless staff at Xenon Racing had preferred to take on more unruly mounts. Bridget, on the other hand, was delighted to be riding a horse who wasn't in dire need of an attitude adjustment- quite the opposite, in fact! Grisaille didn't boast famous bloodlines and, from Bridget's brief experience with the filly in the training arena, it had to be admitted that her gaits weren't any special. However, Bridget had quickly sensed that the young thoroughbred had a desire to please her rider. Grisaille's willingness was a valuable trait, but it was a virtue that could be easily crushed in such an inexperienced horse. Bridget was determined not to allow that to happen.
Bridget rode onto the training track with Grisaille. The young filly, who had already developed a justifiable reputation for skittishness, took well to the track. It was, after all, merely different variety of the track were she first learned to accept a rider. Bridget would have liked to meet the person who broke in the filly, for he or she had evidently nurtured the gentle horse's best qualities despite her fear of the unknown. However, Bridget knew that Grisaille had been purchased from a minor racing stables in the U.K. that had been completely closed down and put up for auction after the death of its last owner. Apparently his children had been unwilling to manage the business. The closure meant that Bridget was unlikely to ever met Grisaille's trainer, but it had been a blessing for Xenon Racing at least, bringing them horses like Grisaille at a rather low price. Bridget hoped that she could prove Grisaille's true worth on the racetrack.
At a nudge from Bridget, Grisaille set off. She strove her hardest, but she needed a good deal of guidance from her jockey. Bridget put her effort into keeping Grisaille on course, and noticed the rising number of furlongs they were covering. Grisaille carried Bridget for twelve furlongs. Bridget patted the filly and praised her on the way back to the stables. Once in the stable, the jockey untacked and groomed Grisaille. She had a certain amount of time on her hands at the moment, as several horses had yet to reach the stables. Bridget sneakily fed Grisaille a small treat as she groomed the filly's coat. The jockey was interested in seeing how the grey thoroughbred would perform in a group, but it was only a passing curiosity. For now, Bridget was delighted only with Grisaille's first performance, which had been a fine one.