Does time really heal?[open]

[spyder]

They say time heals everything...Liars... Time hasn't healed my heart... My father died doing the thing he loved...with the one he loved... Tasuki didn't mean to... Her feet landed in the wrong position... Lost footing made me lose my dad... Why did he have to go? He was only forty-five! Why, why did I have to lose him?!

Garrett was leading Rumor Has It into the arena. Flat work... was done here. He scanned it, saw no one and closed the gate behind him and Hassle. He looked at the horse with soft green eyes that showed uncertainty. He closed them before leading Hassle to the center.

He was shirtless. It was a nice day, so he went out without a shirt. Hope might get a bit mad, but he was alone, and he wasn't hurting anyone was he? No. Hassle stood still. He had his halter on that was it. Garrett didn't bother tack him up. He usually rode bareback, bridleless, and just with a halter, or sometimes, just using body cues. He patted the horse gently.

Okay boy, you know my troubles, you and me are the only ones beside my brother. He spoke clear and somewhat loud... Help me... came out in a whisper.

He walked to the left side of Hassle, the tall blue roan andalusian stallion stood patiently, proudly, strong, and tall. Garrett grabbed a chunk of mane, placed his right hand on the horses rump, and jumped up onto the horse's broad back. He sighed, his eyes closed. He was shaking all over hs body.

Hassle lowered his head to wither level and he moved slowly into a walk. The horse knew Garretts uncertainty, knew his fear of death from a horse now... The horse gave into that. He may be a stallion, but he knew how to help his owner.

Ten minutes of walking really slow passed. Garrett grew a bit more confident and was now sitting straigh up, his left hand resting on his knee while his right hand held a chunk of mane. He had taken the halter off the horse, to test his ablity that he thought he had lost three months ago. He still had it. . . his fear of riding seemed hidden. He clucked softly and Hassle flew into a soft, smooth gaited trot. The two danced across the arena slowly. He hadn't ridden in three months and he was now riding again, showing his ability. Alone. No one knew the obstacle he had cleared.

[Bree]

Piceous' head bobbed when she spotted the other horse. A clear whinny made Micheal tense. Immediately she relaxed remembering her seat. She had never seen Pie actually call to another horse. Her brow formed a quizzical look at Pie then another at the rider in the ring. When Pie's ears shot back it confirmed what Micheal had thought, she still didn't like other horses.
"You never change do you girl?" At the sound of her voice Pie's ears moved into a listening position. Micheal took a deep breath and focused only on the ring. At least talk to him don't be such a crab. She pushed the mare to the gate and swung it open and stepped in. Pie waited for her to close the gate.

Micheal turned Pie into the ring circling the exterior and when she knew the other rider could see her she tapped her GPA helmet with her crop ,nodding at him to show that she acknowledged him, and moved into a posting trot concentrating on legs, hands, body and mind.

[spyder]

Garrett sighed softly as he nodded his crown to the horse and rider. He felt Hassle tense slightly before the andalusian moved into an extended trot. Okay boy, keep it easy, remember... my problems. Garrett's voice came out in a soft yet hard tone, his vocal box vibratng roughly to produce the scratchy vocals.

Hassle tossed his head into the air at Garretts words. He bowed his head before picking up his front feet in reprosition. Garrett tightened his legs as the horse went into the air, his haunches bulging with the muscles that supported his upper half in the air. Garrett kicked the horses sides and leaned forward, placing weight on the horses withers. Hassle went back down and nickered to the boy who was riding him tackless.

Garrett felt his heart beating faster than ever. Hassle, boy, calm down... He squeaked as he asked for a canter. Hassle gladly ave the boy the asked canter. The two moved softly, gracefully, and together in harmony. Garrett stopped the stallion and had him stand in the center of the arena. Garrett fought his way back into control as his muscles twitched and his body trembled from the sudden movements. No doubt about it, he was an advanced rider, but he had his past... he had stopped riding because of it... now he tried and look what happened the horse had forced Garrett into harsh realization that he was meant to ride.

[Bree]

Micheal could feel herself loosing her seat as she watched the horse and rider. She wondered if riding without a bridle was really allowed in the arenas but shrugged it off. When she saw the horse rear up in the corner of her eye she looked back and groaned inside. She turned keeping Piceous as far away as possible. At the risk of thinking ill of he rider she again concentrated on Piecous. She shook her head almost undetectably, she understood when a horse wasn't obeying but riding without tack was just pushing it.

She continued transitions practicing hers and Piceous' dressage level to keep both of them in shape..