(barrels, poles, jumping, dessage) just about anything )

Snowfire snorted softly and let Chelsea clean his hooves. When she mentioned going out to ride he nickered softly.

(I'mma go with jumping. I know tons about horses. Except, for dressage. It's so confusing T-T)

Chelsea finished with his hooves quickly, and stood. She tossed the hoof pick into the bucket, and grabbed the saddle pad and saddle, gently placing the items on his back. She slipped the bridle over his head, leaving his halter one for a few reasons. She unclipped the lead rope, and secured it to the saddle horn. She'd chosen a bitless bridle, because of Snowfire's history. She wasn't sure how he was with bits. (Fail posts)

( I know. It makes no sense to me. )

By the time Chelsea had finished putting the tack on him, Snowfire was prancing around again. He thought it odd that the bridle put on him didn't have anything for his mouth, but he liked it better that way. He hated the bar of metal that ran across his tongue and it always hurt if the reins were pulled to hard. He sidestepped as he let out an eager nicker.

Chelsea laughed. She'd never seen a horse so excited to be ridden. She grabbed Snowfire's reins, and tugged gently on them. She could tell he was a bit relieved that the bridle had no bit. Good. She'd considered a bit, but, she never used bits on any of her horses. The stupid things were torturous. She patted the stallion, and realized that she too was looking forward to this ride.

When Chelsea tugged on the reins Snowfire pranced forward. He could barely keep himself from pulling her after him. All he wanted to do was get out and stretch his legs, to race across the ground.

Chelsea laughed, and patted him. She led him to a small ring with small jumps set up in a circle. She opened the gate, and led him through. She stood for a minute, after closing the gate, glad to be back outside. It was warm, and there was a slight breeze, which she loved. (Bleh.)

Snowfire spotted the jumps and tossed his head. He let out a happy whinny as the small breeze ruffled his mane. He moved forward and nuzzled Chelsea's face gently.

Chelsea chuckled and patted him. Ready? She asked, before pulling herself up into the saddle. (Sorry. Babysitting.)

The moment Snowfire felt Chelsea's weight settle into the saddle he bolted towards the first jump.

(It's fine. have fun )

Aah! Chelsea yelped. She almost fell off backwards, unready for Snowfire's little explosion. She leaned forward slightly, and pulled back on the reins. She wanted him in a slowish canter. She didn't want to over work him, as he'd just recovered from his ordeal.

Snowfire slowed reluctantly when Chelsea pulled back on the reins, but did as he was told. He snorted and moved into an easy canter. Each step smooth and graceful as he neared the first jump.

Chelsea patted his shoulder, and encouraged him on with nearly silent words. She leaned forward slightly as they came closer and closer to the jump, and closed her eyes, waiting for the feeling of flying.

Once Snowfire was close enough he pushed off the ground and tucked his front legs up and close to his chest. He sprang over the jump, easily clearing the bar with a few feet to spare.

Chelsea felt them lift off, and sighed, and laughed even. She hadn't had a jumper in such a long time. She tried training one of her racers, but their hearts, of course, were in the running.

Snowfire let out a happy whinny when his hooves touched the ground before he was facing the next jump. He soared over it just as easily as the first and so on through the rest. He slowed to a trot once he jumped the last one and turned his head slightly to look back at Chelsea, wondering what to do next.

Chelsea smiled, and patted Snowfire's neck gently. You, my friend, are amazing. She said. She pulled back gently with the reins, wanting him to stop. Sure, it had been fun, but they both probably needed a few moments to rest. Then, back to practicing.

Snowfire stopped when he felt his head being pulled back and snorted softly. He was eager to continue jumping. He tossed his head and looked back at Chelsea, wondering what she wanted him to do.

Chelsea giggled, and patted his neck. Alright. Let's go again. She said with a smile. (Bleh.)

Snowfire tossed his head and let out a joyous nicker before moving forward into a quick trot. Instead of heading towards the first jump he headed towards the fence. He moved along the inside of the fence, circling the jumps as he picked up speed. Soon he was galloping at break-neck speed with every step smooth and flawless. His speed could have rivaled the speed of a thoroughbred. He finally swerved in towards the jumps and finished them in record time. It seemed as if his hooves barely touched the ground. The moment he cleared the last jump he started prancing happily. He wasn't out of breath at all.

Chelsea's smile disappeared from her face as Snowfire completely by-passed the jumps. Her grip tightened slightly on the reins as his speed increased drastically. She wasn't sure what he was doing, and although it didn't frighten her, it made her a little nervous. Was something wrong with the stallion? Was there something lurking around? She nearly fell from the saddle as he suddenly swerved into the path of the jumps. She all but held onto his neck as he flew perfectly over each jump. It barely even seemed like they landed in between jumps. As soon as it was over, she sat hunched forward in the saddle, panting. Whoa. She said as Snowfire pranced about

Snowfire instantly froze in place at the command. He looked back at Chelsea curiously. His curiosity turned to worry when he saw her hunched forward in the saddle and panting. He reached back with his muzzle and gently nudged her knee.

Chelsea's breathing returned to normal, and she smiled as she patted Snowfire's muzzle. I'm fine, boy. Just a little surprised is all. She explained. She slid out of the saddle, and patted his withers. Let's take a little break. She said. She grabbed the reins, and pulled gently as she moved toward the gate. She wasn't tired, and Snowfire wasn't either. What she reallly wanted was to think about how well he was trained. Why would someone want to get rid of such a well trained animal?

Snowfire snorted softly when she patted his muzzle, his ears twitching back in confusion at her words. He didn't understand what she could be surprised about. He didn't think he had done anything wrong. He stood perfectly still as she dismounted. The moment he felt the slight tug on the reins he followed right behind Chelsea as he had been taught.

Chelsea mumbled to herself as she lead the white stallion toward a fenced in field. She'd decided he deserved a little treat after working so hard. The was the one pasture the horses seemed to like the most, as it had a small cluster of trees and a small stream bubbling through it. She herself liked this one the best. She continued her wondering as they came upon the gate. She opened it, and began walking in. Once they were in, she closed the gate, and began to untack Snowfire. (Sorry if it seemed like I was god-modding a bit a the end :/)

(not at all )

Snowfire followed along silently, but when she started to untack him he started to move around a little. He set his ears back and shied away whenever she reached for a buckle to unhook anything. He didn't understand why she was taking off the tack. Had he done something wrong during practice? At his home before he was stolen he went through long, difficult practices that were meant to build up his jumping ability and endurance. If he had done something wrong they would take off the tack, make him run laps around the corral until he was foaming at the mouth, and put him out in a paddock alone and leave him.