After the grueling jumping lesson from none other than my sister, it was her time to shine as a rider in the dressage ring, and mine to shine as her faithful, challenging coach. Mostly challenging.
I redid my ponytail, letting my little bit lower that shoulder length hair down before putting it right back up. I had a few minutes to spare, so I looked through a prep dressage book for some fun tests. Soon, I had one picked out, and so I grabbed it from the binder and walked to the arena.
Mollie, ever stunning on her rich bay Dutch warmblood, Gryffindor. I noticed her hunter green shirt, matching with her saddle pad, and even polo wraps. She was attempting a half pass into a smooth canter transition.
"Nice color coordination." I commented. "However, don't bend him to the left so much! You're practically bending him in half! That's why he is throwing a fit. Loosen your inside rein up a lot, and tighten your outside rein an inch." She did what I instructed, and soon was off in a perfect canter transition. After she had finished warming up, she stopped in the middle of the arena, waiting for orders.
"What's up for today, coach?" She asked, breaking into a grin. I smiled.
"Well, sis, you look a bit tired. We obviously need to get you in shape. So.....-" I watched as her face grew into a look of almost horror. It was quite amusing.
"Oh no. No you don't. Not-"
"How about no stirrups?" I said, chuckling. My sister groaned. I instructed her out onto the rail. We started out walk. Then trot, posting. Trot, sitting, and finally trot, half seat. Then canter transition in half seat, sitting canter, flying lead change across a diagonal.
She was looking at me with hatred by the time she could pick her stirrups back up. I was doubled over in laughter.
"Ready for your test?" I asked, while Mollie was getting a drink. She smiled sarcastically.
"Sure thing, Em."
"Okay. It's going to be a kind of I call, you do type thing. Got it?" She looked at me, and I knew she was ready.
"Working trot to X, Salute, Collected canter to C!" I called. I heard her groan. I chuckled. "Come on! It'll be fun!"
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The picture is Gryffindor!
(Yes I know it's a Clydesdale. Same difference. :)
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The Eventers
Teen FictionSisters Mollie and Emily Ford spend their time riding around the world, participating in 3 day events on their steeds, Gryfindor and Bentley. However, when they are offered a job and a place at the esteemed Clear Creek stables, they are torn between...
