Post by Lolly on Apr 21, 2017 3:53:32 GMT -5
Dark Maiden, Y17.
The mare swept up into a lope, moving with an obvious ease that reflected her mature age and confidence within her own technique. She knew the drill, she had done this countless times. Considering the pocket-rocket’s short time at Highgrove, she was settling quickly and taking it all in her stride, though it seemed apparent she thought she had arrived to race on the first few days; her spirit was none-the-less admirable. Connie watched intently from the rail, stopwatch in hand as Leo picked Dark Maiden up into a gradual gallop, the dark bay mare needing no persuasion.
They rounded the first bend and Connie started the timer, her heart racing as she watched their newly leased thoroughbred show off. She was such a tiny mare, at 15 hands most trainers would have shrugged her off - Connie was thankful that her owners at KC Racing had persisted with her and showcased just what the little guys can do. Leo was skeptical to start with, but it seemed the impressive mare was starting to grow on him. Most of her grandfather’s older stock were co-owned, so when Connie took over after his passing they were left with a barn full of two year olds - it was refreshing to have an experienced horse in their midst.
The dark mare rolled onwards, the pounding of her hooves audible from Connie’s respectful distance; growing increasingly louder as she neared. The dirt caused a flurry of obscurity around the thoroughbred’s dashing figure, and Connie found herself reluctantly wincing as the thundering duo flashed past. Wow. Those little legs could really run. The mare continued, strong as ever, unwavered in her effort as she zoomed past the marker again; Connie stopping the timer with an impressed smile. She sure was glad they took this girl on, even if it was just for the sake of the experience. Her 5yo season was looking promising after a small spell.