Post by Faux on Dec 9, 2006 23:39:31 GMT -5
Name: Roston (Matt)
Horse's Name: Rapture R
Basic Overview: Went over some beginning gaits. Ros seemed to catch on pretty quick.
Logs:
Roston led his saddled horse towards the dressage ring. Were they supposed to train here? Hm, he looked about the male trainer. He was older then Matt, but what did it matter? Human would lightly scratch the back of his head, then try to start some conversation. " So how long have you been training people to ride horses? " He wasn't really dressed differently, jeans were pulled up with a belt though. He refused to wear the stupid looking riding boots that his wealthy mother insisted on wearing. Nope, he had his etnies on. Of course if Jesse insisted on him wearing them, he would. As they came into the ring, he would notice two horses tied up to the fence. Lightly patting the side of Rap's muzzle he would talk a few kind words to him. Such a pretty horse he was, and how good he was being. Yes, a nice treat would be given to him afterwards.
Beethoven's Symphony. Silence had been kept on Beet's part for the most part, but he didn't care for the fact he was tied to that wretched fence at the moment. Soft snort escaped from the large colt's nares, light brown orbs trying to keep tabs on all that was going on. There was another one tied up next to him but he seemed more distracted by the fact there was a new person and horse coming into the arena. Auds swivled lightly upon his dial, soft squeal escaping from the chestnut draft's vocals, rather wanting to move around now. Anxious and perhaps a little annoyed on his part but it wasn't much in agitation but more for wanting to investigate this new area. Curious.
Jesse Foster glanced over at his restless Belgian colt, smirking knowingly as the large equine did little to contain his anxiousness. The Australian watched with a curious eye as his student entered the ring atop a rather nice looking Hanoverian, and nodded his head once in a curt greeting. "'Ello, mate. Name's Jesse." It was a quick introduction, so when the boy spoke, the Aussie had to quickly throw in his reply. "I started teachin' people how to ride 'bout seven years ago. Hope tha's appealing enough for ya'. Now, firstly, what do ya' know, and what do ya' want to know, mate?" Get right down to business. That was his style.
Bitter Uprising stood silently at the fence, barely paying attention to what was going on in the ring in front of him. He didn't really pay attention to the draft colt, either. The Akhal-Teke was in his own little world, as could be seen by how he was looking at things that didn't really have anything to do with anything. He was being entirely silent, and the squeal coming from Beet did annoy him a little. A rather brutal-sounding grunt escaped deep within the colt's gut, shooting a glance at the draft as though to tell him through mere expression to shut the hell up now or face some serious consequences. However, Bitter was neither close enough nor hot-tempered enough to really attack the other colt; Bitter was a gentle horse, hence how he became a possibility for lessons. He still completely ignored the goings-on in the dressage ring, instead opting to staring at a bug that was crawling closer and closer to his front hooves. >>
Bitter Uprising -- With a slight huff, he lifted one and then dropped it atop the bug, making a loud, sickening crunch come from what remained of the beetle. It was surely dead now, and seeing how it no longer crawled towards him, Bitter looked for another bug to squish. Unfortunately for him, there were no more. At least, no more that he could see clearly. The sound of his owner's voice didn't even get his attention, because Bitter was clearly enjoying his little game of squish-the-bug. If only there were more bugs to squish, though. If only.
Rapture R followed rather scatter-brained behind Ros, dragging his hooves for but a moment until touching the dressage soil. At that moment he'd begin to pick them up again, even a little too high to be natural stride. He'd stop just at his rider and owner's shoulder, muzzle pressed to him. A soft wuffle was made, lips nipping at ebon cloth before he dropped her head, scratching in along his knee. He lifted his head up, chewing on his bit boredly. Ears swiveled, eyeing the two colts with a tad amusement. <I>So immature. </I>He squared himself up, head slightly tucked, lower lip wiggled.
Roston would laugh as he saw the colts. Light " ugh " would be made as Rap would press against him. " Well Rap here has been trained in Pleasure, Dressage, and Halter. And I only know the basics of riding Western. I believe Rapture is an English horse. " A light frown was made by him, before it turned to just a nothing. Hardly any attention was given to the colts after the laugh. " Oh, and I'm Ros, or Matt. Whichever. " He would say lightly, noticing that he had not said his name. " And this is Rapture. " A light pat was given to Rap after he introduced him. His gaze was kept on Rapture, as he patted him lightly so he wouldn't get nervous, or anything of that sort.
Beethoven's Symphony eyed Bitt slightly at the look given towards him, shut up? Now that was funny. Just for his own little spite game a sharp squeal escaped from him instead, deciding that if he could harm the other's ears then he'd win that game and he'd leave him alone. It sounded like a plan to the colt, really. Though with the arrival of the other equine he'd squirm about even more, tugging on the lead and in general being a nuisance, he still wanted out. And the bi-peds were talking, talk was cheap, talk was boring. {Short, eek.}
Jesse Foster tapped his chin, briefly looking over at his own two horses again before shaking his head. "Lil' buggers." He grumbled out, though it was playful, and he did smirk a little. "So, mate, english pleasure, then?" He paused, staring at his rambunctious Belgian. "... Interested in any english halter?" He smiled warmly and humorously, amused at the reactions of his two horses. What losers. He whistled sharphly in the direction of Beet. "'Ey, boy, cut it out!" He yelled, though his smooth voice made the action seem more like a laughing warning than a yell.
Bitter Uprising stopped his game when Beet decided to practically challenge him. He turned his head and pinned his ears flat against his sleek little skull, then lifted his upper lip threateningly. He kept his ears back from now on, beginning to stare into the ring, right at Jesse with a look that clearly said he was not happy standing here next to this Belgian. He still did not do anything rash or bold, though, merely stood in silence and kept his eyes upon his owner. Now he was giving Beet the cold shoulder and completely ignoring him, would you look at that? A loud, discontent huff escaped and he continued to keep both ears flat out of annoyance, not once trying to get the attention of anybody.. In the ring or out. He was merely interested in observing; it gave him a reason not to acknowledge the other colt any longer.
Rapture R snorted, his ears going back for a moment, disturbed deeply by the two colts. Such morons in his opinion. He pawed at the ground lightly, lipping at Ros' jacket again. One ear was slightly lifted at the chit-chat, tail swished back and forth, irritated from the cold. He was growing restless due to the fact Dumb and Dumber were off being the peanut gallery. Rapture hates peanuts. He shifted his weight side to side, jerking playfully on the reins, dropping his head against blowing out air, lipping at the dirt in sheer boredom, ethusiasm to work starting to drain.
Roston laughed lightly at the two colts. Heh, he pulled lightly on Rap's reins. Matt's hoodie was pulled on by the stallion, and he really didn't care, but he would push on his muzzle lightly. " Uh, sure. " The colts were a bit distracting, and he could tell that Rapture was getting nervous by them. Kind words were sent towards his stallion, and a few pats and rubs upon his muzzle. Human would lightly pull on his reins once more, making sure he was focused, and then turned back to Jesse. Male would kick some of the dirt, watching it fly up. Feh, he needed to stay focused, too. Ros looked up at Jesse, and waited for his reply.
Beethoven's Symphony grunted a bit to himself as he was... pretty much told to shut it again, grand. Though this time by the bi-ped he called his own now, so, for once he'd actually be quiet. However he continued to pull back on the lead, wondering why he was even in this stupid ring. It was obnoxious, the two other horses in it were obnoxious, and he wanted out. Or to be able to get their attention and prove that he was worth being in there. Either way he'd still be as anxious as ever, ignoring the cold-shoulder given to him by the one next to him and the agitation he was probably causing the older stallion a little ways off. Whicker however was allowed to escape from him, trying to get and keep Jesse's attention if he could manage it.
Jesse Foster hesitated for a moment, thinking. When finally he got an idea, the Aussie smiled bigger than ever, and showed Ros his index finger to say, 'One minute'. Within but a couple moments, he had bolted from the ring and back again, holding with him a small bucket of oats. Silently, he stood in front of his Belgian colt and showed him the food. "Calm down, 'lright? Eat for a while." He didn't hesitate to slip the bucket beneath the colt, and when he was finished, the Australian man moved towards Bitter, undoing the knot of his reins around the fence and beginning to tug him in the center of the ring. >>
Jesse Foster << When he was in front of Roston with his own horse, the Australian man smiled. "'lrighty, Matt. The first thing I want ya' to do is get up on yer horse." Knowing that someone trained in basic western would know full well how to get up on a horse, Jesse didn't wait for Ros, placing his foot in the stirrup and pushing himself into Bitt's saddle.
Bitter Uprising continued to stand in silence, though he did perk up upon smelling food. Unfortunately, it was not for him, so he let out a snort and gave a small paw to the ground in front of him. The feeling of his reins being untied from the fence did cause him to lift his head a little, and with light, showy steps, the buckskin colt followed alongside his owner eagerly. The feeling of the dressage ring was not unusual, but it wasn't exactly something he was used to; never having shown in high-level dressage or anything in a ring of this type, he didn't look as though he was ready to compete. He merely lifted his legs rather high, doing a little piaffe alongside Jesse until being halted. He stood silently, waiting for the pressure to indicate that he'd been mounted. When it came, he immediately lifted his head a bit and played with the bit, but he didn't move around. He waited for a command, staring eagerly at the other horse and rider.
Rapture R gave a slight side-step, ears pinned back, a sharp squeal given as the buckskin colt was drawn close, a small kick given. He snorted, shifting his weight and moved to stand behind Ros, ears back for a moment before flexing back up, standing squared once more. He kept an eye on the one he had dubbed Dumber, clearly not liking him. Mainly because he was male, and young, not that he was much older. Tail swished, bodice kept still to wait for Ros to mount up. (Short.)
Roston snorted at Rap's actions. Funny. Ros would lightly pull at his reins, and walk him in a tight circle. Once he made sure that his stallion was alright, he would put an etnie into the stirrup, and throw a leg over. Just like a bike. Although, since he was saddled english, Matt did have a little struggle. Alas, he was up. Of course his western basic training showed. Immediately correcting himself he would sit up straighter, ( If that's a word. :/ ) and he would hold reins with both hands. Bleh, it just felt weird. He shifted some on the saddle, then became still. Matt sighed lightly, then pet Rap's neck lightly.
Jesse Foster nodded approvingly, smiling at Roston. "'ood correction there, mate." Leaning over slightly, the Australian man patted his akhal-teke colt's neck briefly and appreciatingly, before sitting straight again. "Since you appear to be a quick learner, Matt, ya' should probably start out with english pleasure basics. If ya've ever done western pleasure, ya' know about lopes and jogs. Halt is the same, jogs are trots, lopes are canters, and gallops are the same. Got it, mate?" He laughed, but as quick as his ADD mind was, Jesse decided to let Bit go, since he had been waiting so patiently for a while. >>
Jesse Foster << Gripping the reins tightly, Jesse glanced over at Ros to see how he was fairing. "I want ya' to start with a walk, first. The simplest gait. If you need any help or got any questions, just ask, 'lright?" Then, clicking his tongue two times and kicking gently, the Aussie instructed his horse to show off a walk.
Bitter Uprising practically shifted forward when he heard the word 'walk' but it wasn't anything major. Just a little anticipation. Once he'd settled again, he continued to play with the bit, though he wasn't at all intimidated by the stallion's display. In fact, he almost ignored it, merely looking at him with faint interest instead of fright. He didn't feel threatened; if he had, he would've moved away to protect his rider already. Both ears tilted back, not flattened, but tilted in order to catch any verbal commands given to him. The clicks and kicks were responded to, immediately breaking into a medium-paced walk. He did not immediately go to the outside; he was not on cruise-control, Bitter was a horse that needed to be steered. He did pay attention to what he was doing, though, and rarely ever did his hooves drag against the ground. He kept up the walk, patiently awaiting any commands. He did not pull on the bit and he didn't speed up without a command. He served as a perfect example.
Rapture R watched the colt for a moment, ears flattened for a moment at him, squealing again, chomping down on his bit before releasing tension with Ros upon his back. He lifted his head and tucked it, waiting for him to give him the command to go forth. When he did so he'd take a lengthy strided walk, not too-fast, somewhat extended. Head was slightly lowered, lips and tongue wriggling with his bit, saluvating from the copper inlay. He snorted, ears set back to listen to Ros' commands, hoofs picked up with perfect stride.
Roston watched Jesse's commands towards the colt, and nodded at his words. Matt imitated his instructor's commands. He was suprised when Rap went into his show-offy walk. Heh. It was a fight. Yes, a fight to see who could do a better walk. Well, if it helped Ros, he didn't care. He continued to imitate Jesse's commands. He mumbled at Rap, and himself making sure that he was okay with everything. Although Matt did struggle little with the canter, but he would be willing to try it. Human would not let go of the reins, and he kept as balanced as he could on the small saddle. But if it was to help him, then he would have to live with it.
Jesse Foster nodded at Roston. "Good, mate." He smiled. Yeah, he sure as hell does smile a lot. The Australian hesitated a moment and glanced over at Beet to ensure he was still happily munching on Oats, before looking back towards Matt. "'lright, mate. Next step is the hardest 'cause it takes the most gettin' used to. I want ya' to post." He exhaled, pausing a moment to watch Ros' expression. "If ya' don't know what posting is, it's when ya' stand in the stirrups during a trot everytime the horse's right foot goes forward. Ya'll know when it does 'cause of the feel." To demonstrate, Jesse once again clicked his tongue to have Bitt move in a trot, and when he would, the Aussie would proceed with posting.
Bitter Uprising realized he was being challenged when he glanced back, so he extended his walk a little. He didn't change speed, he simply lengthened his stride a bit. This was useful, as he was kicked into a trot not long after. He obeyed the command and moved fluidly from a walk to a trot, hardly a visible transition until it became noticeable that there was a moment of suspension. His trot was not quite extended just yet, as he had not been asked specifically for an extended trot, so he merely trotted along at a medium tempo, picking his hooves up off the ground and not dragging them. He lowered his neck a bit and cocked his head in, holding himself well even though this was not a situation that called for it. He'd lost interest in the challenge that the stallion had offered, so now he was simply obeying his rider and doing nothing else.
Rapture R lifted his ears slightly, head kept tucked still. A small amount of white foam churned at the corners of his mouth from his bit, still chewing on it. He'd wait for the command, making a slow transition so Ros wouldn't feel intimidated. Once in a slow, sluggish trot, he'd slowly increase to a normal posting trot speed after about half a lap. He stretched his neck out somewhat, strides somewhat collected. He snorted, dropping his head to sneeze before continuing on, ears perked ahead, eyes focused on whatever Ros would look at.
Horse's Name: Rapture R
Basic Overview: Went over some beginning gaits. Ros seemed to catch on pretty quick.
Logs:
Roston led his saddled horse towards the dressage ring. Were they supposed to train here? Hm, he looked about the male trainer. He was older then Matt, but what did it matter? Human would lightly scratch the back of his head, then try to start some conversation. " So how long have you been training people to ride horses? " He wasn't really dressed differently, jeans were pulled up with a belt though. He refused to wear the stupid looking riding boots that his wealthy mother insisted on wearing. Nope, he had his etnies on. Of course if Jesse insisted on him wearing them, he would. As they came into the ring, he would notice two horses tied up to the fence. Lightly patting the side of Rap's muzzle he would talk a few kind words to him. Such a pretty horse he was, and how good he was being. Yes, a nice treat would be given to him afterwards.
Beethoven's Symphony. Silence had been kept on Beet's part for the most part, but he didn't care for the fact he was tied to that wretched fence at the moment. Soft snort escaped from the large colt's nares, light brown orbs trying to keep tabs on all that was going on. There was another one tied up next to him but he seemed more distracted by the fact there was a new person and horse coming into the arena. Auds swivled lightly upon his dial, soft squeal escaping from the chestnut draft's vocals, rather wanting to move around now. Anxious and perhaps a little annoyed on his part but it wasn't much in agitation but more for wanting to investigate this new area. Curious.
Jesse Foster glanced over at his restless Belgian colt, smirking knowingly as the large equine did little to contain his anxiousness. The Australian watched with a curious eye as his student entered the ring atop a rather nice looking Hanoverian, and nodded his head once in a curt greeting. "'Ello, mate. Name's Jesse." It was a quick introduction, so when the boy spoke, the Aussie had to quickly throw in his reply. "I started teachin' people how to ride 'bout seven years ago. Hope tha's appealing enough for ya'. Now, firstly, what do ya' know, and what do ya' want to know, mate?" Get right down to business. That was his style.
Bitter Uprising stood silently at the fence, barely paying attention to what was going on in the ring in front of him. He didn't really pay attention to the draft colt, either. The Akhal-Teke was in his own little world, as could be seen by how he was looking at things that didn't really have anything to do with anything. He was being entirely silent, and the squeal coming from Beet did annoy him a little. A rather brutal-sounding grunt escaped deep within the colt's gut, shooting a glance at the draft as though to tell him through mere expression to shut the hell up now or face some serious consequences. However, Bitter was neither close enough nor hot-tempered enough to really attack the other colt; Bitter was a gentle horse, hence how he became a possibility for lessons. He still completely ignored the goings-on in the dressage ring, instead opting to staring at a bug that was crawling closer and closer to his front hooves. >>
Bitter Uprising -- With a slight huff, he lifted one and then dropped it atop the bug, making a loud, sickening crunch come from what remained of the beetle. It was surely dead now, and seeing how it no longer crawled towards him, Bitter looked for another bug to squish. Unfortunately for him, there were no more. At least, no more that he could see clearly. The sound of his owner's voice didn't even get his attention, because Bitter was clearly enjoying his little game of squish-the-bug. If only there were more bugs to squish, though. If only.
Rapture R followed rather scatter-brained behind Ros, dragging his hooves for but a moment until touching the dressage soil. At that moment he'd begin to pick them up again, even a little too high to be natural stride. He'd stop just at his rider and owner's shoulder, muzzle pressed to him. A soft wuffle was made, lips nipping at ebon cloth before he dropped her head, scratching in along his knee. He lifted his head up, chewing on his bit boredly. Ears swiveled, eyeing the two colts with a tad amusement. <I>So immature. </I>He squared himself up, head slightly tucked, lower lip wiggled.
Roston would laugh as he saw the colts. Light " ugh " would be made as Rap would press against him. " Well Rap here has been trained in Pleasure, Dressage, and Halter. And I only know the basics of riding Western. I believe Rapture is an English horse. " A light frown was made by him, before it turned to just a nothing. Hardly any attention was given to the colts after the laugh. " Oh, and I'm Ros, or Matt. Whichever. " He would say lightly, noticing that he had not said his name. " And this is Rapture. " A light pat was given to Rap after he introduced him. His gaze was kept on Rapture, as he patted him lightly so he wouldn't get nervous, or anything of that sort.
Beethoven's Symphony eyed Bitt slightly at the look given towards him, shut up? Now that was funny. Just for his own little spite game a sharp squeal escaped from him instead, deciding that if he could harm the other's ears then he'd win that game and he'd leave him alone. It sounded like a plan to the colt, really. Though with the arrival of the other equine he'd squirm about even more, tugging on the lead and in general being a nuisance, he still wanted out. And the bi-peds were talking, talk was cheap, talk was boring. {Short, eek.}
Jesse Foster tapped his chin, briefly looking over at his own two horses again before shaking his head. "Lil' buggers." He grumbled out, though it was playful, and he did smirk a little. "So, mate, english pleasure, then?" He paused, staring at his rambunctious Belgian. "... Interested in any english halter?" He smiled warmly and humorously, amused at the reactions of his two horses. What losers. He whistled sharphly in the direction of Beet. "'Ey, boy, cut it out!" He yelled, though his smooth voice made the action seem more like a laughing warning than a yell.
Bitter Uprising stopped his game when Beet decided to practically challenge him. He turned his head and pinned his ears flat against his sleek little skull, then lifted his upper lip threateningly. He kept his ears back from now on, beginning to stare into the ring, right at Jesse with a look that clearly said he was not happy standing here next to this Belgian. He still did not do anything rash or bold, though, merely stood in silence and kept his eyes upon his owner. Now he was giving Beet the cold shoulder and completely ignoring him, would you look at that? A loud, discontent huff escaped and he continued to keep both ears flat out of annoyance, not once trying to get the attention of anybody.. In the ring or out. He was merely interested in observing; it gave him a reason not to acknowledge the other colt any longer.
Rapture R snorted, his ears going back for a moment, disturbed deeply by the two colts. Such morons in his opinion. He pawed at the ground lightly, lipping at Ros' jacket again. One ear was slightly lifted at the chit-chat, tail swished back and forth, irritated from the cold. He was growing restless due to the fact Dumb and Dumber were off being the peanut gallery. Rapture hates peanuts. He shifted his weight side to side, jerking playfully on the reins, dropping his head against blowing out air, lipping at the dirt in sheer boredom, ethusiasm to work starting to drain.
Roston laughed lightly at the two colts. Heh, he pulled lightly on Rap's reins. Matt's hoodie was pulled on by the stallion, and he really didn't care, but he would push on his muzzle lightly. " Uh, sure. " The colts were a bit distracting, and he could tell that Rapture was getting nervous by them. Kind words were sent towards his stallion, and a few pats and rubs upon his muzzle. Human would lightly pull on his reins once more, making sure he was focused, and then turned back to Jesse. Male would kick some of the dirt, watching it fly up. Feh, he needed to stay focused, too. Ros looked up at Jesse, and waited for his reply.
Beethoven's Symphony grunted a bit to himself as he was... pretty much told to shut it again, grand. Though this time by the bi-ped he called his own now, so, for once he'd actually be quiet. However he continued to pull back on the lead, wondering why he was even in this stupid ring. It was obnoxious, the two other horses in it were obnoxious, and he wanted out. Or to be able to get their attention and prove that he was worth being in there. Either way he'd still be as anxious as ever, ignoring the cold-shoulder given to him by the one next to him and the agitation he was probably causing the older stallion a little ways off. Whicker however was allowed to escape from him, trying to get and keep Jesse's attention if he could manage it.
Jesse Foster hesitated for a moment, thinking. When finally he got an idea, the Aussie smiled bigger than ever, and showed Ros his index finger to say, 'One minute'. Within but a couple moments, he had bolted from the ring and back again, holding with him a small bucket of oats. Silently, he stood in front of his Belgian colt and showed him the food. "Calm down, 'lright? Eat for a while." He didn't hesitate to slip the bucket beneath the colt, and when he was finished, the Australian man moved towards Bitter, undoing the knot of his reins around the fence and beginning to tug him in the center of the ring. >>
Jesse Foster << When he was in front of Roston with his own horse, the Australian man smiled. "'lrighty, Matt. The first thing I want ya' to do is get up on yer horse." Knowing that someone trained in basic western would know full well how to get up on a horse, Jesse didn't wait for Ros, placing his foot in the stirrup and pushing himself into Bitt's saddle.
Bitter Uprising continued to stand in silence, though he did perk up upon smelling food. Unfortunately, it was not for him, so he let out a snort and gave a small paw to the ground in front of him. The feeling of his reins being untied from the fence did cause him to lift his head a little, and with light, showy steps, the buckskin colt followed alongside his owner eagerly. The feeling of the dressage ring was not unusual, but it wasn't exactly something he was used to; never having shown in high-level dressage or anything in a ring of this type, he didn't look as though he was ready to compete. He merely lifted his legs rather high, doing a little piaffe alongside Jesse until being halted. He stood silently, waiting for the pressure to indicate that he'd been mounted. When it came, he immediately lifted his head a bit and played with the bit, but he didn't move around. He waited for a command, staring eagerly at the other horse and rider.
Rapture R gave a slight side-step, ears pinned back, a sharp squeal given as the buckskin colt was drawn close, a small kick given. He snorted, shifting his weight and moved to stand behind Ros, ears back for a moment before flexing back up, standing squared once more. He kept an eye on the one he had dubbed Dumber, clearly not liking him. Mainly because he was male, and young, not that he was much older. Tail swished, bodice kept still to wait for Ros to mount up. (Short.)
Roston snorted at Rap's actions. Funny. Ros would lightly pull at his reins, and walk him in a tight circle. Once he made sure that his stallion was alright, he would put an etnie into the stirrup, and throw a leg over. Just like a bike. Although, since he was saddled english, Matt did have a little struggle. Alas, he was up. Of course his western basic training showed. Immediately correcting himself he would sit up straighter, ( If that's a word. :/ ) and he would hold reins with both hands. Bleh, it just felt weird. He shifted some on the saddle, then became still. Matt sighed lightly, then pet Rap's neck lightly.
Jesse Foster nodded approvingly, smiling at Roston. "'ood correction there, mate." Leaning over slightly, the Australian man patted his akhal-teke colt's neck briefly and appreciatingly, before sitting straight again. "Since you appear to be a quick learner, Matt, ya' should probably start out with english pleasure basics. If ya've ever done western pleasure, ya' know about lopes and jogs. Halt is the same, jogs are trots, lopes are canters, and gallops are the same. Got it, mate?" He laughed, but as quick as his ADD mind was, Jesse decided to let Bit go, since he had been waiting so patiently for a while. >>
Jesse Foster << Gripping the reins tightly, Jesse glanced over at Ros to see how he was fairing. "I want ya' to start with a walk, first. The simplest gait. If you need any help or got any questions, just ask, 'lright?" Then, clicking his tongue two times and kicking gently, the Aussie instructed his horse to show off a walk.
Bitter Uprising practically shifted forward when he heard the word 'walk' but it wasn't anything major. Just a little anticipation. Once he'd settled again, he continued to play with the bit, though he wasn't at all intimidated by the stallion's display. In fact, he almost ignored it, merely looking at him with faint interest instead of fright. He didn't feel threatened; if he had, he would've moved away to protect his rider already. Both ears tilted back, not flattened, but tilted in order to catch any verbal commands given to him. The clicks and kicks were responded to, immediately breaking into a medium-paced walk. He did not immediately go to the outside; he was not on cruise-control, Bitter was a horse that needed to be steered. He did pay attention to what he was doing, though, and rarely ever did his hooves drag against the ground. He kept up the walk, patiently awaiting any commands. He did not pull on the bit and he didn't speed up without a command. He served as a perfect example.
Rapture R watched the colt for a moment, ears flattened for a moment at him, squealing again, chomping down on his bit before releasing tension with Ros upon his back. He lifted his head and tucked it, waiting for him to give him the command to go forth. When he did so he'd take a lengthy strided walk, not too-fast, somewhat extended. Head was slightly lowered, lips and tongue wriggling with his bit, saluvating from the copper inlay. He snorted, ears set back to listen to Ros' commands, hoofs picked up with perfect stride.
Roston watched Jesse's commands towards the colt, and nodded at his words. Matt imitated his instructor's commands. He was suprised when Rap went into his show-offy walk. Heh. It was a fight. Yes, a fight to see who could do a better walk. Well, if it helped Ros, he didn't care. He continued to imitate Jesse's commands. He mumbled at Rap, and himself making sure that he was okay with everything. Although Matt did struggle little with the canter, but he would be willing to try it. Human would not let go of the reins, and he kept as balanced as he could on the small saddle. But if it was to help him, then he would have to live with it.
Jesse Foster nodded at Roston. "Good, mate." He smiled. Yeah, he sure as hell does smile a lot. The Australian hesitated a moment and glanced over at Beet to ensure he was still happily munching on Oats, before looking back towards Matt. "'lright, mate. Next step is the hardest 'cause it takes the most gettin' used to. I want ya' to post." He exhaled, pausing a moment to watch Ros' expression. "If ya' don't know what posting is, it's when ya' stand in the stirrups during a trot everytime the horse's right foot goes forward. Ya'll know when it does 'cause of the feel." To demonstrate, Jesse once again clicked his tongue to have Bitt move in a trot, and when he would, the Aussie would proceed with posting.
Bitter Uprising realized he was being challenged when he glanced back, so he extended his walk a little. He didn't change speed, he simply lengthened his stride a bit. This was useful, as he was kicked into a trot not long after. He obeyed the command and moved fluidly from a walk to a trot, hardly a visible transition until it became noticeable that there was a moment of suspension. His trot was not quite extended just yet, as he had not been asked specifically for an extended trot, so he merely trotted along at a medium tempo, picking his hooves up off the ground and not dragging them. He lowered his neck a bit and cocked his head in, holding himself well even though this was not a situation that called for it. He'd lost interest in the challenge that the stallion had offered, so now he was simply obeying his rider and doing nothing else.
Rapture R lifted his ears slightly, head kept tucked still. A small amount of white foam churned at the corners of his mouth from his bit, still chewing on it. He'd wait for the command, making a slow transition so Ros wouldn't feel intimidated. Once in a slow, sluggish trot, he'd slowly increase to a normal posting trot speed after about half a lap. He stretched his neck out somewhat, strides somewhat collected. He snorted, dropping his head to sneeze before continuing on, ears perked ahead, eyes focused on whatever Ros would look at.