Sorrel Hill: Dancing In Rome (BK3) |COMPLETED|

Chapter Four

(A cover I considered)

"Perfection consist not in doing extraordinary things, but in doing ordinary things extraordinarily well." - Arnauld, Angelique
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~The Arena's Dance~

I was speechless at the amount of practice and rehearsal it took to complete a simple routine. It was around seven a.m. and I was watching the Arabians at work. They were all a jet black, each slim, in shape, and all mares. I found this odd, there were three Arabians and not one a gelding. They had only a chain halter on, bejeweled with silver gems in each of the chain links. The mares moved with graceful, light steps. Their tails held above their withers, their head high and mighty.
Their names only reach half way down their neck, however their tail nearly touched the ground. Only one Arabian had a white star between her eyes, the rest carried no markings. I came to know their names as the trainer called them. Magic, a stunning, smooth, feminine looking face, she was the smallest. Bella, the white started Arabian, her face not as dished, and her proportions fairly larger than the others. Majesty, a very defined face, bright eyes, the tallest Arabian standing at 14.2hh. The arena's light reflected onto their pitch black coats. Tasha, the current trainer, had the Arabians form a circle around her. The horses didn't nip, kick, or pin their ears, all solely focused on their task at hand. I nearly squealed as five gray Arabians with white coats trotted into the arena. Two Arabians followed the left side of the arena, while three others followed the right.
I marveled at the sight, as the angel-like horses passed each other without a care in the world. Their lope made them look almost like they were floating. The whitest Arabian, known as White Queen, had the longest mane. It reached just barely past her shoulder. She had a very detailed face with a splotch of pink on her nose between her nostrils. She was a flawless performer, but not the leader of the group. She tagged alongside Beauty, the current tallest standing at 14.3hh. She wasn't as white as the others and had small barely noticeable black dots, her mane wavy and wild. She didn't have as much of a dished face as the rest of the horses.
I looked to the other group of Arabians, the black ones still circling Tasha. A breathtaking, white Arabian loped with perfection. She had more gray on her face than the others, but her smooth coat made up for her difference. Her mane barely passed her neck, her tail nearly dragging the ground. Her face very dished. Following beside her was a near identical horse, Paris. Paris had the second most gray on her face, she had short mane yet a long tail. She had the most defined face out of the Arabians. A very beautiful figure she was. Right at her hip, cantered Lucy. Lucy had a descent amount of pink between her nostrils. She had the least amount of gray on her face, her mane and tail looking rather blonde than a pretty white. She looked as pretty as the rest however.
They finished their fifth time loping around, when Tasha wiggled the end of her crop. They all halted, turned toward her, and walked to the center. She had the three black Arabians stand to the left of her, the five grays stood to the right. Tasha smooched, to the vacant alleyway. I grinned as an elegant dapple Arabian trotted in. She pranced with ease, making it appear effortless. The mare held her head near her chest, her tail raised, and her strides long and bouncy. The ends up her mane curled back as the wind she created grazed it, her well-kept tail followed in waves behind her. She was a light gray all around, her mane and tail dark, yet the dapples on her body light. She had beautiful blue eyes. The mare only made a single trip around the arena before she turned into the aisle of horses. She preformed a blissful Spanish walk. I was struck in awe at the mare's superb movement.
She came to a stop as she reached Tasha. Tasha thumped the crop against the mare's front leg. The mare instantly bowed. Tasha grinned, she stroked the mare's body as she traveled around the mare. She then hopped onto the rear end of the still bowed mare. She stood, used her crop whip and pointed upwards. The many Arabians around her reared once, they all held it until she pointed her whip straight ahead. They, turned, and began to all lope as one around the arena. She then slid off of the gray mare, told her to stand, and directed her to the herd. The mare took the lead, she was at least two whole horses in front. One white mare, Paris, and one black mare, Magic, flanked the side's of the gray mare. They kept a fair distance to make clear who the leader was. Behind Magic, in a straight line loped all the white Arabians, behind Paris, in a straight line, loped all the black Arabians parallel to each other.
A smile never left my awe-struck face. I was witnessing the greatest liberty show of all time.

***Three Hours Later***

I had just finished unpacking and fixing lunch when I decided to text my friends.

Me: How are my babies?

Luke: Sorry, Atlantic Black, isn't
speaking to you right now.

Hannah: Whatever, ignore my
boyfriend. He's doing
fabulous, Kils!

Me: Xavier, I can trust you?

Xavier: He's resting in the stall after a
workout with Sugar and
Charmer.

Ben: No, fun, Xav, you need to learn to
not be so best-friend-like yah
know?

Xavier: You mean answering a best
friend's question?

Ben: Oh, now you're just putting word
into my mouth.

Emily: Allude is amazing!!! I'm
stealing him for you! He's sooo
handsome and sweet and perfect!

Will: Have fun trying to do that, you
might not ever see the light of day
again.  Amaya is loving it here,
especially my boy.

Jessie: Angel is adoring me, I'm her 
favorite now. Sorry not sorry,
you've been replaced. Guess I'll
have to keep the
foal, darn.

Nathan: He's lying, she hates him.

Ben: Thrown under a bus, how do you
feel?

Jessie: Pretty good actually.

Samantha: You both are too much.

Hannah: Estrella is missing her
momma, but Remy is keeping
her company!

Luke: You decided to be friends with us
Samantha, it's your fault.

Nathan: True, but I was forced into this.

Me: Oh shut up, you know you love us!

Nathan: It isn't healthy to lie.

Xavier: Take your own advice.

Emily: Roasted and toasted.

Ben: Sis, don't ever say that again.

Emily: Roasted and toasted?

Luke: Welcome to the world of blocked.

Jessie: Aren't you all just so friendly?

Hannah: Apparently so.

Luke: You still love me, Babe?

Hannah: Feelings don't change over
night, Stupid.

Me: I have to go, send pictures later?

Luke: Yeah, you want my good side
right?

Hannah: How am I your girlfriend?

Nathan: Only God knows that.

Ben: Ain't that the truth.

Emily: Bye Girl, have fun!

Me: Bye, Weirdos!

I put my phone up and sat on the couch, relieved that all the horses were doing well. I missed them, tremendously, but I knew they were in the best hands. I only had an hour to wait before my first liberty session with Tasha and her horse Kendra. I hope Promise behaves.

A/N:

Literally sooo excited to be writing this again! Who is y'all's favorite character?