Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jun 11, 2017 3:32:48 GMT -6
our voices carry
careful words we can barely speak out loud
“Don’t forget that
I cannot see myself,
that my role is limited
to being the one
who looks in the mirror.”
- Jacques Rigau
I cannot see myself,
that my role is limited
to being the one
who looks in the mirror.”
- Jacques Rigau
With all she had been through, Cara was not one to run from a problem, and she knew that she couldn't work the gelding she had been assigned in the arena's forever, as the last thing she needed was a show jumper who was ring-sour, as they were no fun to ride in a competition. So, here she was, getting the spirited buckskin ready for a trail ride.
She tried to be as professional as possible, and just focused on getting the pony ready for a ride, though every time she thought about the fact they were headed out on the trails, her stress levels sky rocketed, and she was in the toilets, throwing up.
By the time they were both ready, she felt lightheaded, but that didn't stop her from leading the gelding from the barn and vaulting onto his back. She paused long enough to blink back the spots in her vision and squeezed the gelding forward. She rubbed his shoulder as he arched his neck, back lifting, as he pricked his ears forward and took excited steps forward. It wasn't hard to see that the pony knew they were headed away from the arena and he was more than happy about it, which made Cara feel guilty for riding him in arena so much.
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