Morning Light (Cara)

[Sara Jane Lyena]

Sara woke up and glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand, grimacing as she read the time. Ten in the morning?! She would never have woken up this late at home. Not for the first time, she reminded herself of the time difference, and rationalized that the sun slanting in through the window would be the reason for her waking at this time. She glanced over at where Seyir was laying, at the foot of her bed, and smiled as she saw the warm brown eyes of the dog already watching her. She stretched for a moment before getting out of bed and shuffling over to the drawers she had already filled with her sparse collection of tshirts and jeans, as well as a few more colorful blouses for competitions. She heard the jingle of tags and the creak of bedsprings as Seyir jumped down and padded towards her. She made her choice quickly, then closed the drawer and changed, folding her pajamas and placing them onto her pillow.

After dressing herself, she picked up Seyir's vest from where it was laying on top of the chest of drawers before crouching down and fastening it around the dog's bulk. Ruffling the dog's ears as she stood again, she grabbed her backpack and rummaged through it, checking off the items she might need, and pulling a black nylon leash out of it. She zipped up the bag and slung it over her shoulder before clipping the leash's clasp to the dog's collar.

Whistling quietly, Sara walked down the path that lead from the Ashton Halls to the barn where Storm was being kept. She searched her mind for the name, having forgotten it again since she had heard it. However, the name didn't matter much, as she knew which barn it had been, since she had seen Storm settled in the day before.

She found the grulla gelding without any problems, and after a few minutes, she had him tacked up and ready to go. She took his reins and led him out into the sunlight, hoping to work in the outdoor arena for a while. Seyir trailed behind silently, his leash still attached to his collar, the nylon dragging behind him. As they approached the arena, Sara was glad to see it still empty. She walked Storm and Seyir inside and glanced around, scoping out the best place to have Seyir. She left Storm ground-tied in the middle of the arena and walked over to a shaded corner, where she dropped her backpack. She pointed to the corner and ordered Seyir to lay down, and then to stay. After unclipping the leash from his collar and stowing the leash in her backpack, Sara returned to where Seyir was standing. She checked the quarter horse's cinch, then swung into the saddle, shifting slightly to balance her weight.

Without any further ado, she asked Storm for a walk around the arena. The gelding obeyed, and she held the split reins in one hand as the gelding plodded around the arena, the morning sun shining on the pair of them.

Notes: Sorry for the wait, it took a while.
Status: Done
Tagged: Cara!
Words: 526

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

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And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars
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Cara had been awake since the wee hours of the morning, just staring at the ceiling. She knew that sleep was going to be one of those things that was going to take a while for her to be able to do properly, but as long as she continued on with the way things were already going - and completing all the daily tasks that she needed to do - she knew that sooner or later, her life should become somewhat "normal".

She didn't have the daily gymnastics training that she used to live for, so now she needed to find something else to fill her time in. Flicking on the bedroom light, she settled herself at her desk and began to flick through the books on her desk until she placed the textbook for her psychology class in front of her and began to work through the assigned homework.

After she had finished all of her homework, she stood up and walked over to her closet. It didn't take her long to get changed into riding clothes, her nose curled slightly at the top she had put on and quickly changed it, not too keen on the way the canary yellow shirt had looked with her black jodhpurs. Once she had pulled on a hunter green shirt, she headed out of her room and down to the stables.

She was glad to be back in England. Through her whole time in foster care, and boarding schools, it was in this country, well continent really, that she had felt most at home. The diverse languages, the history, the people. All of these things made Europe what it was, one of the oldest continents of the world, and it had made her feel at home when she had first been sent to London when she was eight. Although she could remember it as though it were only yesterday, it was been more than half her life since then. And many things had changed since then.

When her beautiful piebald Hanoverian mare was ready for riding, wearing a teal saddle pad under her black saddle and a fancy snaffle bridle, and the mare’s two toned mane was free of bedding and tail brushed until it flowed like a white waterfall, she led the mare out to the arena. She could see that there was already a rider occupying the work space, but she hoped that they would be willing to share. Walking up to the gate, she paused and watched horse and rider before she spoke up, even though her voice was whisper soft. "Excuse me? Do you mind if my mare and I join you and your gelding in the arena?"

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Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
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Word Count: 450
Tagged: Sara
Notes: The next one will be better, I promise
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

[Sara Jane Lyena]

Sara heard a soft voice at the gate to the arena and glanced up at it, feeling silly for not having been paying too much attention. She smiled at the girl and her horse standing there, "Of course." She halted Storm as they turned towards the girl, "There's a dog in here, however, just as a warning." She glanced over to the corner where Seyir was laying, hoping that the girl's horse didn't have a problem with him, "He's very quiet, he won't harm anyone." She would hate to drive someone away from the arena, but she would rather warn the petite girl in front of her now instead of getting them all into a potentially dangerous situation later on, when the horse noticed the dog.

She asked Storm to walk on, and let him continue plodding his way around the arena, watching the girl with her horse. The horse was very pretty, a warmblood of stunning colors.

Notes: Short post... :- |
Status: Done
Tagged: Cara!
Words: Way too few.[/quote]

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

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And who do you think you are
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Cara gave a ghost of a smile in reply to the rider when she was granted entrance. Her hand self-consciously closed around the reins at the mention of a dog, causing the mare to skitter backwards throwing her head into the air. "Sorry, little girl." She whispered to the mare, who was anything but little, as she rubbed her nose. Then, pushing her own issues to the background, she opened the gate and led the mare inside before closing and latching the gate once more and then leading the pretty mare into the middle of the arena so they were out of the way.

Pulling the stirrups down, she tightened the girth and then vaulted onto the mare's back. She never mounted with the stirrups unless in a dressage class where she was required to mount "properly". Taking up the reins, her eyes swept over the arena, quickly spotting the large canine, and she decided that she would keep the mare at the other end. Closing her legs gently against the mare's sides, she asked Ella to step forward and they headed to the end of the arena where the dog wasn't.

She worked the mare in on a long rein, walking and trotting her to warm her up and working circles to get the suppleness and flex she
wanted without the mare hyperflexing her neck. During their first few months together, Cara had worked out that the mare had been trained using Rollkur and would carry her head in the un-natural flex when concentrating, something that Cara was trying to train her out of.

Her idea of keeping away from the canine was working until Ella had caught sight of the large dog while trotting down the long side of the arena, and when she was asked to turn the corner at B, she turned but did a very pretty half-pass until she was right by the dog. "Careful, Ella." The girl whispered to the horse as the piebald mare stretched her neck out and blew out toward the "rug" that was lying on the ground, as she didn't want the mare to scare the other animal. Not wanting to give the mare any reason to panic, Cara made sure to keep her breathing normal, forgetting her own fear so as not to pass it through to the horse as she gave the Hanoverian her head so that she could stretch out her neck.

Cara looked at the animal, taking note of it's vest. She knew that the dog had to have been a service animal, or else he would never have been allowed in the arena. She also knew that the other rider had said the large dog was gentle so she wasn't too worried for her mare, she was more worried for the dog as the mare's nose explored the poor creature.

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Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
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Word Count: 491
Tagged: Sara
Notes: I'm so glad the laptop didn't crash while typing
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

[Sara Jane Lyena]

Sara watched the girl enter, noticing that the mare skittered for a moment, even before the girl had opened the gate. Shrugging, Sara turned her attention back to Storm, who was slowing down his walk more and more as her attention was diverted. She grinned quietly and kicked him into a jog, thinking to herself, and to the gelding, Stop being so very lazy, Storm. Remember, this is easy. The gelding shook his head, almost as if he were shaking off her admonishment, and Sara rolled her eyes.

She noticed that the girl had moved her horse into the end of the arena where Seyir wasn’t and was riding in circles there. Willing to give in to splitting the arena in that manner, she had Storm jog in a circle, then pulled his left rein just slightly, and had him spiral inwards. As they reached the center, Sara had the gelding spiral outwards again, noticing that the black and white mare had managed to find her way over to Seyir and was sniffing at him. She stopped Storm at the rail and quietly sat on him, watching the mare sniffing at the large malamute, and the dog sitting there, his ears pricked towards the mare, his eyes, however, fixed on Sara.

Knowing what the dog was looking for, Sara glanced at the mare and the girl, and thinking that the horse would be okay with a bit of being smelled in return, she nodded, but held her hand out horizontal to the ground. The dog turned his head and sniffed tentatively at the piebald mare’s nose and mouth as well, his tail wagging just slightly. Sara smiled and let Storm shift his weight, picking up a hind leg, and watched them, smiling.

Notes: Erp.
Status: Done
Tagged: Cara!
Words: 294

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

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And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars
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Cara couldn't help but roll her eyes when the canine returned the mare's attention, she now had the feeling that she's never get her curious mount away from the other animal.

However, after the two animals had exchanged scents, Ella quickly grew tired of making friends and after a final huff, she backed away from the canine and tossed her head lightly, letting her rider know she was ready for the next instruction.

Cara leaned forward and patted the mare's neck, taking a moment to actually look at the canine who hadn't moved anything other than head and tail the whole time they were standing there. She knew that what had happened to her hadn't been the fault of the dog that had bitten her, she was sure that the large doberman had been as shocked as her when teeth met flesh, it had happened because a very mean man had wanted even more power over a seven year old girl than he already had. And to gain this power, he had used six dogs and had boosted his own ego by having his poker buddies there as an audience.

She sat up straight and shook her head to clear the memory. She could feel her body trembling from the memory and she smiled down at the piebald mare as she turned around and nudged the girl's foot, as though asking her if she was alright. Pulling herself together, she gave the mare a gentle squeezed with her legs, asking her to walk forward. They turned to face the other horse and rider. "Your companion is very patient when it comes to animals three times.. his?... size." Starting conversations was another thing that she had been told she needed to work on, and she was going to try and start that now.

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And tearing love apart
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Word Count: 317
Tagged: Sara
Notes: I hope you don't mind the little trip down memory lane
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

[Sara Jane Lyena]

Sept 9, 2012 15:53:32 GMT Sara Jane Lyena said:

Sara continued watching the two animals, the large mare and the (relatively) smaller dog, as Storm seemed to almost doze off under her. She loosened her grip on his reins, although she didn't let go of them, not wanting to have to dismount to retrieve the split reins. That, she mused, was one of the only disadvantages to using the two parts instead of the more traditional reins. However, she knew the reason behind the split reins, that they prevented a horse from stepping on them, and respected that. She saw the black and white mare turn away from her inspection of Seyir, the dog stretching his neck just slightly as the mare moved away, then settling back, not moving from where he was.

She watched the rider sit for a moment on her mare, before the horse turned and nudged the girl's foot, which made Sara smile. As the petite girl turned her mare around to face Sara, she wondered if she should be ashamed for watching them, then decided that she shouldn't, since it had been her dog, after all. As she heard the other girl's quiet voice, Sara nodded, smiling, "He's very patient overall." The girl had guessed the dog's gender correctly. She glanced at the mare, "He's been around horses for the past five years, though, so he must have picked up that most of them don't mean to harm him." She glanced over at Seyir, who was watching the arena, then back at the mare and her rider, "You have a beautiful horse, by the way. Her pattern is stunning."

Notes: Cara started a conversation. O.O
Status: Done
Tagged: Cara!
Words: 273

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

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And who do you think you are
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The eighteen year old nodded her head about the dog's level of patience. It wasn't too much of a surprise though as he wouldn't make a very good service dog if he jumped at his own shadow and anything out of the ordinary upset him. She lifted her eyebrows at the news of the dog having been around horses for the past five years, but guide dogs worked for eight years of their life, so with this dog already being in work for five years at least meant that he was an old hand at what he did.

She gave a genuine smile as the other girl complimented her mount and she shook her head as Ella bowed her head and gently pawed at the ground as though she knew that she was not only being talked about but given praise for how nice she looked. "Thanks. We were paired due to her show-ability rather than her looks." She shrugged. "It was just too bad for him that she was terrified of the arena." She rubbed the mare's neck. "Your mount is a stunning colour as well." She was tempted to ask of the dorsal stripe she could see started at his withers but held the question back. "He has the most amazing face." She ducked her head as she felt her face heat up in embarrassment. "I'm Cara and this is Ella." She quickly introduced herself to cover up her comment about the gelding's face.

She took up her reins and touched her heels to the mare's sides and asked her to walk forward, suddenly feeling the need to move. Her attempt to start a conversation had just blown up in her face from her making the most stupid of statements. She was all about a horse's face, but she didn't need to tell people about it. There were enough people that already thought she was a freak due to her multitudes of idiosyncrasies (or OCD's depending on how you looked at it), and she had quite possibly just turned this girl into another person who would turn and walk the other way when they saw her coming.

She sat lightly in the saddle as she worked the mare in decreasing circles to the left - the side the mare was more flexible on, and then to the right. To the right she was only able to get the mare to do three circles until she felt the mare straining and she made the circles bigger again.

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And tearing love apart
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Word Count: 443
Tagged: Sara
Notes: Can we say foot-in-mouth-itis?
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

[Sara Jane Lyena]

Sara smiled as she listened to the reason the girl and her horse had been put together. From what she heard, it sounded like the horse hadn’t been the girl’s first choice, probably chosen by a pushy parent. She snorted as she heard that the horse was terrified of the arena, “That backfired a bit, I suppose.” She loved the irony of the showy mare being scared of the arena, although it wasn’t really humorous. As the compliment was handed back to her, she glanced down at Storm, as if she had forgotten what he looked like, “Thank you.” She glanced up again at the comment about his face, unsure of what it meant, “Um...” She was saved from having to say something by the girl introducing herself, “It’s nice to meet you, Cara. I’m Sara, this is Storm, and the Mal is Seyir.”

As Cara moved away, Sara supposed that the conversation was over, at least for now. She didn’t know what had happened, but supposed there had been something said that had embarrassed the girl. Shrugging slightly to herself, Sara clucked to Storm, waking up the grulla gelding and trotted the gelding around, keeping out of the way of the girl. As their courses brought them close enough to converse without shouting overmuch, she called, “What did you mean, about his face?” She had never heard anyone say that before. She had heard about ‘kind eyes’, but other than that, she hadn’t heard anything about a horse’s face.

Notes: Yeah, Sara might run the other way the next time.
Status: Done
Tagged: Cara!
Words: Don't want to know... It meets the word count.

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

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"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms Sara." She said as she bowed her head respectfully.

Cara finished working circles and moved the mare through a couple of descending and ascending spirals. She reined the mare in and asked her to back up and pushed her forward again with a hearty pat after she had walked backward in a straight line for six steps.

She looked up when Sara spoke again, the question obviously aimed at her. She chewed her lower lip as she searched for an answer. "We humans are said to wear out hearts on our sleeve. Horses wear theirs on their face." She replied, knowing that she had answered the girl's question with a riddle. She shook her head, knowing that it would haven't had told the other rider what she wanted to know, but she didn't want to say too much that would lead to even more questions that she didn't want to answer. "According to a lady named Linda Tellington-Jones, you can tell everything about a horse by looking at their face." She scrunched her nose. "And from what I've read of her books, and the horses I've worked with, she is pretty much on the right track."

She closed her hands on the reins as Ella snaked her head forward trying to gain control of her head, obviously bored of not doing any actual work at the moment. "Excuse us, please." She took up the contact and squeezed the piebald horse forward and they headed toward the track. Still using their half of the arena, she asked for a working trot. Her forehead creased in a frown as she noticed that the mare kept leaving the track every now and then. However, rather than applying more leg and rein, the next time Ella came off the track, the girl instantly asked the mare for a circle and made her circle five times before they went back to the track. This continued another four times before the mare clicked that coming off the track would do nothing but make her work more and she trotted beautifully around the track without error.

As the approached the centre of the arena again, and her path was about to cross with that of the other rider, she spoke up. "Do you show?"

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Word Count: 404
Tagged: Sara
Notes: Silly Ella
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

[Sara Jane Lyena]

Sept 13, 2012 4:43:34 GMT Sara Jane Lyena said:

Sara heard the answer Cara gave and frowned slightly at it, wondering what that was supposed to mean. However, before she could even start trying to wrap her mind around the answer, Cara had explained a bit further, and Sara listened as Storm shifted slightly, nodding slightly, "That sounds interesting, that you can tell about a horse from their face." She would perhaps have to go to the library, look up this Tellington lady.

As Ella started fidgeting, Sara frowned and nodded, feeling bad for interrupting the pair, "I'm sorry, of course." She moved Storm onwards on their half of the arena again and asked him to jog on, gathering up the split reins neatly as the gelding stretched out his neck a bit before bringing it back in. As they looped around in circles, alternating between large cantering circles and smaller trotting circles, Sara let herself flow with the horse, relaxing into Storm's 'work' gaits, the non-collected paces.

She was about to ask the grulla gelding to collect himself when she heard Cara ask, "Well, whenever I get a chance, I do." She smiled, "I've never shown here before, though. I'm still curious about how the shows differ." She glanced over at Ella, remembering that Cara had said the mare was terrified of the arena, "What about you? Do you have another mount, to show with, or are you just working with Ella?"

Notes: Erp...
Status: Done
Tagged: Cara!
Words: Don't ask me.

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

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"Well, whenever I get a chance, I do. I've never shown here before, though. I'm still curious about how the shows differ. What about you? Do you have another mount, to show with, or are you just working with Ella?"

Cara nodded. "I'm not so sure about Western shows here, never ridden that discipline myself, but the Royal International is the biggest show that happens in Hickstead, but it is for English classes." She knew that all the people who rode that discipline aimed to get accepted into the Royal International or the HOYS (Horse of the Year Show) or both.

She rubbed Ella's neck. "This girl is it at the moment." She replied with a small shrug. "I take her to low grade shows when we get the chance for no other reason than I want her to socialise with other horses. Other than that, we really don't do the showing thing any more." With that said though, she was feeling the old pull toward the competition grounds now that she was back home. She did all the big shows back before she became a teenager, when she went to Saint Mary's in Birmingham, and part of her wanted to know how many heads would turn when they read her name. Making a name for herself all those many years ago had been the reason that she had been taken out of her school and shipped like cargo to America.

She looked at the Quarter Horse once again. "I have a few of her books if you would like them." She offered, going back to the previous conversation. "Ms Tellington-Jones has a number of books on different subjects and training techniques." And she had read them word for word and stored all of the information away so the books were really of no use to her any more, other than the fact that she liked looking through the pictures on days when she needed to... relax?

Her eyes drifted over to the large dog again. "Please feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but why do you need a service dog?" She could tell from the way the girl rode that she didn't have any physical issues.

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Word Count: 352
Tagged: Sara
Notes: I should have left this till tomorrow as I was grasping at straws to finish it.
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

[Sara Jane Lyena]

Sara nodded as Cara talked about the English shows, "That's a fancy name, for sure." She grinned, "I guess I'll have to ask around some more, or look it up on a computer." She wasn't really ready to compete yet, anyway. She was still getting her bearings, she would have long enough to find out about shows later on.

She smiled slightly as Cara told her that the mare was it, and that they were only taking on a few low-level shows for the socialization aspect, "That's one way to work with it." She grinned, "It's alright, not everything about horses is showing them." There had been enough times where she had spent time with Storm, just riding away her troubles, that she knew him as more than some machine to use to win medals that would only gather dust anyway.

At the offer of the books, Sara's eyebrows flew up, "That would be great, if you're sure!" She would love to read about how to read a horse's face, even if all it did was give her a little insight to the wide world of the equines. She looked back at Cara, "I'd get them back to you, of course. Thank you!"

As the conversation fell back to Seyir, Sara fell silent. One of her least favorite topics, but she couldn't just tell this girl to butt out, after her offer to lend her the books about horses. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, Sara just said, "He's an allergy alert dog, he just alerts me if there are traces of things I'm allergic to around."

Notes: Hum... Fail of a post, again. :- \
Status: Done
Tagged: Cara!
Words: Don't ask me.[/quote][/quote]

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

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Running round leaving scars
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"He's an allergy alert dog, he just alerts me if there are traces of things I'm allergic to around."

Cara bit her lip, she could tell from the other girl's body language that she hadn't wanted to answer the question, it was pretty much the exactly same thing that Cara herself would do if she was asked a personal question. "I'm sorry, it wasn't my place to ask." She would need to do some study and see how allergy dogs were trained. It wasn't that she wanted to know what the girl was allergic to, more that she wanted to know how they trained them - it didn't seem like an easy task.

She asked the mare to yield her hindquarters, and then do a neat pirouette, as she searched her head for things to talk about. She had spent so much of her life being silent that she struggled to find topics. It was sometimes easier when she didn't talk at all, as there was never a worry of this uncomfortable silence, and currently it was uncomfortable. "There's no rush in returning the books once you get them." She finally said. "I kind of know them front to back from reading them enough." It was almost the truth.

Cara chewed on her lower lip as silence once again fell over the arena. She shook her head as she looked up at Sara. "I'm sorry, I don't do the talking thing very well." She confessed with an apologetic shrug. “The word 'listen' contains the same letters as the word 'silent'.” ― Alfred Brendel. "I guess I should let you get back to exercising your gelding and I'll do the same with my mare. Again, I'm sorry for asking a question that I shouldn't have. I don't normally see dogs in an arena."

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Word Count: 316
Tagged: Sara
Notes: Sorry, mine's not much better. Should we leave it there?
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.