Post by rylee on Nov 8, 2006 19:19:29 GMT -6
"Tuck in your knees Mariss!" the shrill voice of the riding instructor hit Rylee's ears hard, and the sixteen year old did as she was told. Her tan breeches were crisp and new, Sara had sent them just that morning with a lovely note saying that she had a lesson today at three. Wonderful, Rylee had thought, until she met Ms. Olg. Yes, her name was Olg, Hivana Olg. She was a large set woman with bushy eyebrows, a large nose, and the deep gravelly voice of a chain smoking biker chick.
"Jump higher, tell that horse who's boss!" Ms. Olg screamed, her face turning red. Rylee had cleared the low jump by a mile and yet this woman expected the animal the go higher. It was absurd, impossible, she was crazy! However, she was good. Olg trained champions, anyone could tell you that. Hell, she told you that every time you complained.
Ten minutes of cracked eardrums and cramped knees later, Rylee was allowed to stop.
"Good, now, do what you want but be smart!" Ms. Olg yelled, before turning sharply and waling off to her next lesson. Rylee shook her head and pulled off the riding helmet. Her dark hair was tied back in a braid, a few pieces sticking to her cheek. Splashing her face lightly with a bottle of water, Rylee removed the navy blazer she had to wear with the breeches and the boots. God it was to hot for wool! Taking the lead of the horse, Rylee led it to the outside bathing station, where she clipped him in. The stallion snorted and stomped a hoof, clearly he was a bit worn out as well. Rylee stepped into the restroom for a minute and changed out of the itchy fabric.
In a few minutes, cold water was running from a hose. Rylee had on a white tank top over a white, black lined bikini top, she planned to go swimming after all this was done. Rylee loved horses, but Olg almost made it a punishment. The faded jeans shorts were another pair of Rylee's favorite old jeans that had gotten to small and had been cut. Running the hose over the giant stallion back, Rylee squealed as he shook like a dog, splattering her with water.
'Oh well, that's animals for you.' Rylee thought as she set to work washing the sweat off the horse.
"Jump higher, tell that horse who's boss!" Ms. Olg screamed, her face turning red. Rylee had cleared the low jump by a mile and yet this woman expected the animal the go higher. It was absurd, impossible, she was crazy! However, she was good. Olg trained champions, anyone could tell you that. Hell, she told you that every time you complained.
Ten minutes of cracked eardrums and cramped knees later, Rylee was allowed to stop.
"Good, now, do what you want but be smart!" Ms. Olg yelled, before turning sharply and waling off to her next lesson. Rylee shook her head and pulled off the riding helmet. Her dark hair was tied back in a braid, a few pieces sticking to her cheek. Splashing her face lightly with a bottle of water, Rylee removed the navy blazer she had to wear with the breeches and the boots. God it was to hot for wool! Taking the lead of the horse, Rylee led it to the outside bathing station, where she clipped him in. The stallion snorted and stomped a hoof, clearly he was a bit worn out as well. Rylee stepped into the restroom for a minute and changed out of the itchy fabric.
In a few minutes, cold water was running from a hose. Rylee had on a white tank top over a white, black lined bikini top, she planned to go swimming after all this was done. Rylee loved horses, but Olg almost made it a punishment. The faded jeans shorts were another pair of Rylee's favorite old jeans that had gotten to small and had been cut. Running the hose over the giant stallion back, Rylee squealed as he shook like a dog, splattering her with water.
'Oh well, that's animals for you.' Rylee thought as she set to work washing the sweat off the horse.