Post by Matabon on Mar 29, 2008 23:28:01 GMT -5
Sand flew into the air of the sun kissed afternoon as Matty and Tor galloped across the beach. Matty leaned over Tor's neck, the golden colt's powerful limbs charging them across the sand; they left a trail of hoof prints embedded behind them.
Tor's ears were back, but only in concentration. His bronze mane and tail whipped in the wind, and his forelock was swept back between his ears. Matty's smile could have lit up a moonless night. She took one hand off the reins and beat it in the air, letting out a long "WHOOOOOOOOoooooooo!!!" that was quickly swept behind them.
Tor was incredibly balanced, even in the sand, although it wasn't deep. He pulled at the reins, wanting to go faster, to taste the real speed he could muster. "Nuh uh. You're not going any faster." Matty told him as his legs stretched out in front of him, desperate to cover more ground, and his hind end dug in with every stride that propelled them farther across the beach. Seagulls wailed, but the pair didn't even notice as they flew across the sand, Tor savoring each stride, and Matty crouched over his neck, her head pressed against his damp mane. Matty understood why people said 'in riding horses we borrow freedom'.
The sun had finally snuck around the clouds, and rained sunshine down upon the chestnut stallion, who's sleek coat turned to a palomino shimmer under it's rays. Tsornin meant sungold for a reason, and if you had been watching the pair you would have wondered what color the horse really was. Every time the light hit his pelt at a different angle, it seemed to morph from golden chestnut, to a pale palomino, and then back to polished bronze before turning into a liquid amber. His mane and tail stayed the same glimmering copper color the whole time, which made you wonder if you were off your medication or not.
Tor had finally started to break a sweat, although he was loving the challenge of running in the sand, and although it had taken him a few minutes to get used to it, it hadn't hindered him at all. Matty knew he got his diversity and adaptability from his parents. Tor loved any surface, especially mud and slippery turf, where he could easily lose his opponents.
Matty leaned back and started to pull him up, but Tor pinned his ears and kept going. "Tor, whoaaa." Matty warned as he continued to gallop. They had gone five furlongs at an easy canter, two furlongs at a strong gallop, and Matty guessed they were about a furlong off a mile, and Tor would not let up.
He was having one of his bullheaded moments. Matty heaved back on the reins and jerked him in the mouth, but it made no difference. The sweat started to trickled down his legs and she still couldn't stop him. The trees whipped by and the ground beneath them became a blurr as they seemed to take flight across the beach. "NO. YOU. DON'T!" Matty screamed at him as she stood up in the stirrups and used all her strength to haul him around into a circle, almost making him fall.
At last, they came to a halt. Tor was hardly winded, but he seemed to glow with adrenaline. Matty slumped over, her muscles aching and her breathing rough. "Oh." She gasped for breath. "My. God." She slapped him on the neck, but it stung her more than him. "I hate you sometimes!" Her tone was angry but slightly humerus. It had been fun, before he got stupid. She felt like she had been flying.
Matty spun Tor on his haunches and he waded into the shallow water up to his ankles, sending spray in ahead of them every time he walked. The water turned a molten amber as the sun bounced of his coat and his reflection danced in the wakes that this legs made. Tor had gotten what he wanted, even though he hadn't gotten to truly gallop like he wanted to. They had been at the new tracks already, and Tor had loved both the turf and dirt, although the dirt was his favorite so far because it was a bit mucky outside both days that they went.
They had arrived two weeks ago, and Tor had been on his best behavior, and he looked stunning. A few people had asked if he was three, but Matty assured them he had just turned two, only to get suspicious looks back. He had tested out the new swim pool and had been in it every morning, although he didn't like it as much as the one back at Godolophin. He was muscled, in good health, and had all the natural elements, besides the odd bull-headed day. All they needed to do was make sure he stayed on his A game, and although him and Matty were extremely compatible and worked well as an inseparable team, they needed the races under their belts that Geronimo and GS Remington had. It would only take time, and Matty had never been one to rush a horse.
With a snort Tor finally dropped his head and let out a deep sigh. "Good boy."
Matty gave his neck a pat, and enjoyed the crisp, tangy sea breeze that blew her hair from her face. "I'm glad you got that little issue out of your system today. You'll be ready to hit the tracks. I think you need it, your getting restless. Going to behave this time?" Matty laughed as she kissed him into a trot and he moved gracefully though the water. Matty sat his smooth trot and let him splash through the water, his ears up and mind fairly attentive, although Matty could tell he still was disappointed he didn't get his run in. "You'll get your chance. I'll enter you tonight." She promised as she gave his neck a pat and ran her fingers through his mane. Tor flicked his ears back, listening to her soft voice. They definitely had a bond, as much as she hated it when he just decided to rampage off, they were a team, and tasted freedom together.