Post by High Point Stable on Aug 13, 2012 12:12:16 GMT -5
Participants: Caleah, Ami, Lucas? Also Blackjack, Picasso, and Kahlo
Location: High Point Stable, Arendale
Time of Day: Early Morning - 7am or so?
Description: Caleah is helping Ami with his deaf horse, Blackjack
Free to Join?: No
"Just take him to the track and let him unwind himself. Just get him relaxed. I have some things to take care of."
Caleah waved at and walked away from the groom and exercise rider who were mulling about in the stall of an enormous medicine hat colt. They looked almost lost in her wake but she did not turn back to clarify on the things she had to take care of. In some ways, she couldn't even believe she'd taken on more work when she had three babies to get working under tack - including that medicine hat colt she had just left. The other two were fillies - the cremello and white Princess and the tiny chestnut and white Kahlo. Kahlo was not quite ready to be backed yet, which was just as well.. Caleah needed her.
The sun was barely in the sky yet and barely able to penetrate the early-morning mist that settled over the countless handsome acres of the High Point estate. Distantly, the sounds of hooves beating the synthetic track to shreds could be heard from the training barn as she left it, hopped into a nice little golf cart, and drove down one of the numerous paved pathways winding through the property. On either side of this pathway were small paddocks for individual turnout; most were empty, but a couple had a single sleek, leggy occupant pacing along the fence nearest the training barn. With a shake of her head at the sight, Caleah drove on past them and through the enormous, slightly-hilly pastures that the broodmares and foals called their home. Nearly any color one could want in a thoroughbred.. White, palomino, black, horses with spots, horses with stripes, horses with stockings..
Passing by the broodmare barn, she drove on still past the breeding shed and gardens. It was obvious when she arrived at the stallion complex; though the rest of the farm was pristine and high-class, the stallion complex was even moreso with extensive landcaping, fancy paving stone, and a fountain in the courtyard outside the front of the barn. Parked in said courtyard were cars; an unloading ramp stood nearby, for horses coming off trailers.
She parked the golf cart in the courtyard and walked into the barn. Grooms scurried about into and out of stalls, moving wheelbarrows and throwing flakes of hay, refilling water buckets and sweeping straw back nto stalls they just left.. The stallions inside these stalls were mostly quiet save for the one directly in front of the door. Radium, the king of the property, the royal pain in the ass. Caleah passed by him and went to the stall two down from him, where a chestnut stallion was quietly munching away at hay. The horse looked as though somebody had taken him and dunked him in an enormous vat of white paint halfway up his barrel.. And then dunked his whole head in afterwards, too. Caleah said nothing to him but he whuffled softly in acknowledgement and offered no argument when she slipped into the stall and put the halter on him with the stud chain loosely wrapped around the noseband of his halter. He quietly followed at her side when she led him out to the front of the barn, into the courtyard, where she handgrazed him on the circle of lush grass around the fountain.
She had told the strangers with the deaf horse to meet her here. She had, of course, mentioned Picasso - he too was deaf - and had every intention of using the stallion to influence the horse in question, where necessary - same with young Kahlo.
And so she waited, occasionally checking the time but not doing much else. Picasso occasionally picked his head up and surveyed his surroundings before going back to the grass, but his ears were noticeably motionless.
Location: High Point Stable, Arendale
Time of Day: Early Morning - 7am or so?
Description: Caleah is helping Ami with his deaf horse, Blackjack
Free to Join?: No
"Just take him to the track and let him unwind himself. Just get him relaxed. I have some things to take care of."
Caleah waved at and walked away from the groom and exercise rider who were mulling about in the stall of an enormous medicine hat colt. They looked almost lost in her wake but she did not turn back to clarify on the things she had to take care of. In some ways, she couldn't even believe she'd taken on more work when she had three babies to get working under tack - including that medicine hat colt she had just left. The other two were fillies - the cremello and white Princess and the tiny chestnut and white Kahlo. Kahlo was not quite ready to be backed yet, which was just as well.. Caleah needed her.
The sun was barely in the sky yet and barely able to penetrate the early-morning mist that settled over the countless handsome acres of the High Point estate. Distantly, the sounds of hooves beating the synthetic track to shreds could be heard from the training barn as she left it, hopped into a nice little golf cart, and drove down one of the numerous paved pathways winding through the property. On either side of this pathway were small paddocks for individual turnout; most were empty, but a couple had a single sleek, leggy occupant pacing along the fence nearest the training barn. With a shake of her head at the sight, Caleah drove on past them and through the enormous, slightly-hilly pastures that the broodmares and foals called their home. Nearly any color one could want in a thoroughbred.. White, palomino, black, horses with spots, horses with stripes, horses with stockings..
Passing by the broodmare barn, she drove on still past the breeding shed and gardens. It was obvious when she arrived at the stallion complex; though the rest of the farm was pristine and high-class, the stallion complex was even moreso with extensive landcaping, fancy paving stone, and a fountain in the courtyard outside the front of the barn. Parked in said courtyard were cars; an unloading ramp stood nearby, for horses coming off trailers.
She parked the golf cart in the courtyard and walked into the barn. Grooms scurried about into and out of stalls, moving wheelbarrows and throwing flakes of hay, refilling water buckets and sweeping straw back nto stalls they just left.. The stallions inside these stalls were mostly quiet save for the one directly in front of the door. Radium, the king of the property, the royal pain in the ass. Caleah passed by him and went to the stall two down from him, where a chestnut stallion was quietly munching away at hay. The horse looked as though somebody had taken him and dunked him in an enormous vat of white paint halfway up his barrel.. And then dunked his whole head in afterwards, too. Caleah said nothing to him but he whuffled softly in acknowledgement and offered no argument when she slipped into the stall and put the halter on him with the stud chain loosely wrapped around the noseband of his halter. He quietly followed at her side when she led him out to the front of the barn, into the courtyard, where she handgrazed him on the circle of lush grass around the fountain.
She had told the strangers with the deaf horse to meet her here. She had, of course, mentioned Picasso - he too was deaf - and had every intention of using the stallion to influence the horse in question, where necessary - same with young Kahlo.
And so she waited, occasionally checking the time but not doing much else. Picasso occasionally picked his head up and surveyed his surroundings before going back to the grass, but his ears were noticeably motionless.
