8th Winter, 510 A.V. "I don't care if you know how to ride," Sama'el said. "You're here to learn, so do what I do. A well-trained Strider is one thing, but we're the horseclans, and we have to be able to train a horse from the beginning, know all the basics... otherwise you have no foundation." Again, he fitted the halter over Horse's head, then tied the lead to the ring at the bottom of his halter. Sama'el wasn't rich enough for finer trappings, but hopefully within the year, he would be able to afford metal clips and all. Not that he really needed it for Dohaina or Horse, but he did hope to have a herd at some point. "On the left," he reminded one young girl with a determined look on her face. She was the daughter of a Watchman who was determined to follow in her father's footsteps. He stood to the left of Horse's head, let his right hand slide about eight inches down the lead rope and began to walk Horse, who seemed bemused by all this. Perhaps he did remember his previous training before Sama'el broke down all the bad habits and raised him right. "Walk," he said, leading a bit with his hand, not tugging or pulling. With his left hand securing the end of the lead rope, careful that no loops went around his entire hand, a maiming waiting to happen, he took Horse for a walk, staying near his shoulder. "Good, Layla," he called. "Now see, this is why we're starting from the basics, Cal. If you spook that horse, it's going to take your hand off and it won't be my fault. Tap him on top of his croup and ask nicely. Getting angry will only upset him." After leading Horse around for a bit, he said, "Stop," and Horse, of course, stopped beside him without angling out or trying to face away. Some of his students were not so lucky, but they all knew that was wrong. Most of them knew how to fix it, too, and since they did, Sama'el saw no reason to belabor the fact that they still made mistakes. "All right, once more. This time with feeling and a bit more speed." He let out a bit more of the lead rope and put some pressure on it. "Trot." Horse did so, and after a bit of maneuvering, so did his students. After a minute, he shortened the lead a bit, "Walk," and Horse did so. The students seemed to be getting the hang of it, both the novices and those seeking to perfect their foundations in order to be great riders. "Stop." Once they were all motionless, and this time they didn't have as many skewed stops, Sama'el turned to face Horse, slowly advancing. The Windrunner stallion, nonplussed, obligingly stepped backward. "Freeze," he ordered suddenly, and Horse did so. Sama'el let drop the lead and rushed over to Layla, putting his hand on her horse's shoulder, soothing it with voice and the stroke of his hand before its restive dancing became rearing and possibly kicking the girl in the head. After a few moments, it did calm, tracking Sama'el with its ears and eyes, and he came around to face it, resting his forehead against its forehead, petting under its jaw. "That's right, that's right. Good girl." He glanced over. "Layla, pick up the lead. She's all right now." The girl scrambled to do so, mumbling an embarrassed thanks. "All right," he said, acknowledging her thanks without making her feel worse. "Now, let's lead from the off side." |