10th of Fall
12th Bell
513 AV
Hadyn tugged gently at the thin strip of leather below the horse's chin before securing it in the keeper. The bridle was by no means attractive, the cavesson belonging to a horse much larger than her own and the browband decorated with finely etched designs not visible anywhere else on the tack. In short, it was a mishmash of pieces strung together to achieve a functional bridle. But it worked.
The chestnut required a simple snaffle especially on a longe line. If they were out in the wilderness or on an actual trip she might fit the horse with a pelham or a kimberwick but for a lesson in the indoor arena mostly on longe. He was a fairly decent horse, owned and trained by her brother years ago. He was getting on in age, a good nineteen summers since he was foaled but Traveler was, for all intents and purposes, a solid horse. A mixed blood by all accounts he appears mostly Zavian without the blanket of spots. A narrow white stripe runs down his face, edging a little off center.
Hadyn took much longer to tack the horse owing to her growing pregnant belly. And while normally cantankerous in the stall Traveler was (for the most part) docile and unmoved by the cinching of the girth. Leading him to the indoor arena the woman twisted the reins beneath his head and secured them in the jaw strap. Shiress wouldn't need reins just yet. It'd been seasons since she'd longed Traveler and he didn't appear overly enthused with the trappings. But this was how her brothers taught her to ride and it was likely a safer alternative for a beginning adult rider.
Pulling bits of forelock that'd become lodged in the browband the woman waited. She hoped her friend wouldn't chicken out and decide not to show. It'd been hard enough convincing her to even agree to try. But Hadyn held confidence in Shiress' new attitude and was invested in helping her overcome her fear of horses. As if to remind her he was not a school-horse Traveler pinned his ears when he tired of her fussing, lips peeling back to reveal long teeth as he postured. Waving a dismissive hand toward him the brunette shook her head.
"Y'ought to be on your best behavior," she warned him, holding the longe whip in her free hand as she continued to adjust his hair. "You do anythin' stupid an' I'll have you drowned in the Suvan."
The chesntut merely looked away, uninterested in her threats. Narrow ears perked forward as the sound of the gate opening alerted both of them of someone's arrival. Turning, lunge whip in hand Hadyn peered into the brightly lit entrance of the arena, unable to make out the individual slipping through the door to join them.
12th Bell
513 AV
Hadyn tugged gently at the thin strip of leather below the horse's chin before securing it in the keeper. The bridle was by no means attractive, the cavesson belonging to a horse much larger than her own and the browband decorated with finely etched designs not visible anywhere else on the tack. In short, it was a mishmash of pieces strung together to achieve a functional bridle. But it worked.
The chestnut required a simple snaffle especially on a longe line. If they were out in the wilderness or on an actual trip she might fit the horse with a pelham or a kimberwick but for a lesson in the indoor arena mostly on longe. He was a fairly decent horse, owned and trained by her brother years ago. He was getting on in age, a good nineteen summers since he was foaled but Traveler was, for all intents and purposes, a solid horse. A mixed blood by all accounts he appears mostly Zavian without the blanket of spots. A narrow white stripe runs down his face, edging a little off center.
Hadyn took much longer to tack the horse owing to her growing pregnant belly. And while normally cantankerous in the stall Traveler was (for the most part) docile and unmoved by the cinching of the girth. Leading him to the indoor arena the woman twisted the reins beneath his head and secured them in the jaw strap. Shiress wouldn't need reins just yet. It'd been seasons since she'd longed Traveler and he didn't appear overly enthused with the trappings. But this was how her brothers taught her to ride and it was likely a safer alternative for a beginning adult rider.
Pulling bits of forelock that'd become lodged in the browband the woman waited. She hoped her friend wouldn't chicken out and decide not to show. It'd been hard enough convincing her to even agree to try. But Hadyn held confidence in Shiress' new attitude and was invested in helping her overcome her fear of horses. As if to remind her he was not a school-horse Traveler pinned his ears when he tired of her fussing, lips peeling back to reveal long teeth as he postured. Waving a dismissive hand toward him the brunette shook her head.
"Y'ought to be on your best behavior," she warned him, holding the longe whip in her free hand as she continued to adjust his hair. "You do anythin' stupid an' I'll have you drowned in the Suvan."
The chesntut merely looked away, uninterested in her threats. Narrow ears perked forward as the sound of the gate opening alerted both of them of someone's arrival. Turning, lunge whip in hand Hadyn peered into the brightly lit entrance of the arena, unable to make out the individual slipping through the door to join them.
