My entry journal for Tigra1988
's WS Elite Dressage Event
(I know a journal entry isn't necessary, but it's easier for me to organize everything)Story:
Charlotte sat, silently sipping on a quickly cooling mug of coffee, black, as she scrolled mechanically through her email. The steady rhythm of her finger on the mouse was interrupted when she noticed an email entitled "Dressage Event" from the esteemed Wilkenburg Stables. Now this could be interesting,
she thought to herself. Putting the coffee aside, she leaned closer to the monitor to focus on the message she'd recieved. As she reached the end of the page, she had only one horse in mind. Disco -the little shit- he'd be perfect!
She shut the laptop, grabbed her jacket and made her way outside, leaving her coffee behind.
She headed towards the barn, giving sidelong glances to the mares in their pastures as she walked. They were all excited and full of expression, waiting to be brought in for breakfast. As she neared the heavy double doors of the stallion barn, she heard a shrill, high pitched, scream-like whinny. It was surely the same horse that was on her mind at that moment, for there was no one else was ever as desperate for food as he. She pushed open the door to reveal Marc, already organizing the feed buckets, headphones in place. She gave him a nod and proceded to check the stalled horses. She paused slightly outside the door of the injured Torino, then finally coming to stand in front of the pacing and lathered Discomania. A loud bang!
was heard from his stall as he kicked out at the wall, demanding food.
"Knock that off!" She barked at the stallion, her voice full of authority. The stallion raised his head and gave a look of adolescent defiance, but stopped nonetheless. "Marc!" she paused, "Mark!!"
He removed an earphone and gave her a look. She smiled, "I have an idea."To be continued...
-----------------------------Arrival/Inspection:Training/Lunging:Warm up:Entry:Finally Home: