(Cali) Practice Makes Perfect

[.:Desired:.]

Gabriel Aaron Clearwater

( DON'T WORRY 'BOUT THE FUTURE-FORGET ABOUT THE PAST )
( GONNA HAVE A BALL- YA WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BLAST)

Gabriel woke up this morning already riled and ready to go. His mare, Devastation, had made it to the barns last night. Now he was high on the possibility of jumping her. She'd just leanred recently, so she was kind of neurotic and flighty towards the oxers. He was hoping to work on that today.
Jumping out of bed, he threw himself into the shower. With equal speed, he finished and slipped into some comfortable riding clothes. His riding clothes were slightly different then most people's, growing up down South had done a lot to change him. He slid into some comfortably baggy jeans and pulled a flannel shirt over his head.
He wandered over to his dresser drawer and opened it, revealing an enormous stash of breakfast bars. Gabe was always on the go, which was evident in the way he'd constructed his room. His blankets lie in piles by his bed, and trash was thrown everywhere. However, shoes were lined up ready to be slipped into by the door. He unwrapped the bar and shoved it in his mouth, slipping into his boots and grabbing his jacket in one motion. The South had done more than make him crazy, he was notorious for freezing to death whenever the temperature fell below eighty degrees. It was one of the reason he hated being here.
He locked his dorm room and hurried outside, hurriedly drudging to the stables. He winced in the slight autumn wind, deciding that today was definately an indoor arena day. He hated the cold almost as much as he hated being alone.
Once inside the stable, he relaxed. From the outside however, his flushed face and eyes betrayed his excitement. He was ready to get the day started. Walking to Devastation's stall, Gabe wondered at the bleakness of the stables. There didn't seem to be anyone there. To Gabe, ever the socialist, this did damper his mood a bit.
However, when he saw Devastation's dappled head peak out over his stall, he grinned broadly. The mare tossed her head proudly and stamped her feet. She was a Thoroughbred and every bit as high-strung as Gabe could be. He opened her stall door and let himself in. She snorted and nudged his shoulder, nibbling lightly.
He greeted her too, "Hey, babe. How ya doin'?"
Gabe had a habit of talking to animals just as plain as he talked to humans. Most assumed it was because he couldn't ever shut up. To Gabe, he just liked talking, so why not talk to something that can't tell him to shut up?
She tossed her head and stomped her feet again, telling him she was impatient. He chuckled and grabbed her light jumper's saddle. Her ears went up, the idea of trying to conquer the jumps again pleased her.
It didn't take him long to tack her up and lead her out into the indoor arena. He remembered to grab his riding hat, which he vehemently despised. He couldn't stand the strap being under his chin and the dorky appearance of the black helmet either.
As he entered the empty arena, he placed the hat by the gate, letting it hang from one of the post's. There wasn't anyone to stop him from not wearing it, and besides, he was almost eighteen, he should be able to say whether or not he wanted to wear a stupid hat.
Effortlessly mounting Devastation, he clucked until she got moving, working on just warming her up for a few minutes. After a decent amount of time, he led her towards the jumps. The dappled mare tossed her head and snorted, concentrating. Gabe bit his lip and sent her towards the jumps. They weren't very high and it was easy to count how many strides she would need to take.
They cleared the first and second jump just fine. Gabe grinned victoriously and got ready for the third one.
However, Devastation shied from it, since it was slightly taller than the others. She slammed on her haunches. Gabe managed to stay on and stop his nose from ramming into her neck.
Growling a curse under his breath, he straightened and looked down at her, "Babe, come on. Ya've done it before."
Swinging her back around, he headed towards the jumps again.

(YA IT SURE FEELS GOOD TO BE ALIVE )
(18 TIL I DIE -GONNA BE 18 TIL I DIE)

( WORDS?! ) Seven hundred thirty three
( LYRICS?! ) 18 til I die- Bryan Adams
( FOR?! ) Cali

[Caliope Jane Asher]

cali stretched as she walked into the barn, a throaty huh-huh-huh huh-huh-huh sounded from a stall at the other end of the barn. a creme head poked out over the stall door, cali smiled at the large horse. a nicker escaped his muzzle as she got closer to him. "ciao, bambino. how was your night?" she asked him, placing a kiss on his muzzle. she slipped into his stall, her hands gliding over his body, "indichi." lay down, she said softly, her tones soft as he laid down for her. she slipped onto his back, her hands running over his broad shoulders. "Shall we jump bareback today bambino?" she asked, his answering grunt a yes. she slipped off of his back, loving the benefits of teaching of teaching at this school. she had full access to all of their equipment, whenever she wanted to use it.

cali silently slipped out of the stall, noting that the newest arrival to the barn must have been taken out by her owner, seeing as the stall door was firmly shut. she grabbed flys purple bridle and emerged from the tack room with it and a soft brush. cali slipped back inside of flys stall, he nosed her gently sniffing for treats, he flicked his ears back in annoyance and then once again cocked them forward, one ear swiveling to always listen to her.

cali ran the soft brush over his body, tossing it into his empty feed bucket when she was done, she would brush him off once again after their ride. he took the bit with ease, her small fingers smoothing out his forelock. caliope led him out of his stall, locking it behind her, as she started towards the indoor arena, grabbing her helmet on the way out of the barn. approaching the barn, caliope could hear hoof beats and a few swear words. she laughed silently to herself, fly snorting and nickering beside her. "door!" she called out, so the rider would know she was entering the arena. she watched as the horse and rider took the third jump, it was the new mare that had come in last night. the rider male, and wearing baggy jeans and a flannel shirt, and no helmet. "ciao, ragazzo" hello boy, she called to him, eying his helmet on the fence post. "by the sounds of your swearing, your horse already refused you once, and she looks young, just trained in jumping, so she can and will refuse jumps again, i suggest that you acquire this helmet, and strap it on your head, because in jumping you will fall off and i rather not have a paralyzed or worse student on my hands. so before you take another jump put it on." she told the boy loudly, her italian accent thick on her tones. she buckled her own helmet and slipped flys reins over his head, "indichi fly." she said softly, as he laid down for her to mount, without a leg up it was the only way for her to get on his back bareback, and she was light enough that he didn't mind. "su," up, she asked, and the large warm blood clamored to his feet, cali's hands buried in his mane. she watched the student more, wondering how old he was. he looked like he could be eighteen or almost there.

[.:Desired:.]

Gabriel Aaron Clearwater

( DON'T WORRY 'BOUT THE FUTURE-FORGET ABOUT THE PAST )
( GONNA HAVE A BALL- YA WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BLAST)

Gabriel patted Devastation's proud dappled neck as she cleared the last jump. He muttered praise to her, instead of the curses he'd been spouting. Then the words, "Door!" gained his attention. He grabbed her reins and looked towards the gate to see who was coming in. On a brief note, he saw his hat sitting beside the gate and hoped it wasn't a teacher.
The woman was red-haired, but what gained his attention was her words. Apparently, his luck wasn't him with him today. He'd seen her before, she was the new jumping teacher. He bit the inside of his lip and bit back a sigh. He had wondered when she'd be free enough to help with Devastation. However, this wasn't the way of meeting her he'd planned.
She continued on and he found her accent rather interesting. Her first her words he didn't understand. But as she talked on, he sighed. He couldn't really think of something to say back, his horse had refused him already. He stared at her for a moment and wondered if she'd listen when he proclaimed to be eighteen, almost, and therefore at least able to say if he was old enough to wear a stupid hat or not. But, seeing her face and how she moved like she meant business, he smiled. The instinct was natural, Gabe never felt embarassed, and he found most of those situations funny.
Calling, "Yes, ma'm." in a tone that actually managed to relay a sense of respect, he nodded. Trotting Devastation towards the gate, he leaned over, probably dangerously close to falling of if she shied. But Gabe never really thought ahead, he kind of stuck to the moment. He grabbed the stupid hat. He didn't put it on his head yet, he wasn't jumping at the moment and he was going to prolong the torture as long as he could.
Looking back, he saw her mounting her horse, bareback. He watched with interest as the creme horse stood up. He'd never seen someone ride bareback before, in an arena at least. He'd done it before ouside, and that had only been because he'd been dared and he'd jumped on the Clysdales back. But her horse had lain down for her and that in itself surprised him. She wasn't actually going to jump bareback, was she? Could someone even do that, without falling of? he wondered.
He let her have room. Devastation could be moody if horses got too close to her, and Gabe had a feeling the teacher could only take so much. As much as Gabe loved a social life, not being allowed back to the stables woud put a damper on his time here.
He cocked his head, "Miss?"
He didn't know her name, but that never stopped him from talking to someone. He continued on once he was sure he got her attention, "How do ya do that?"
Realizing he hadn't introduced himself made him pause, he was a man of the south, his mother had nearly beaten manners into him. Not that it had stuck much.
"Sorry," he said again and continued speaking, " I'm Gabriel Clearwater. I meant are ya really gonna jump him bareback?"
He was interested. He leaned back in his saddle, rubbing Devastation's gray mane. Talking was always an inevitable vice for him, and this time was no different.

(YA IT SURE FEELS GOOD TO BE ALIVE )
(18 TIL I DIE -GONNA BE 18 TIL I DIE)

( WORDS?! ) Five hundred ninety eight
( LYRICS?! ) 18 til I die- Bryan Adams
( NOTES?! ) I'm kinda tired so my muse is weird.
( FOR?! ) Cali

[Caliope Jane Asher]

"Sorry," he said again and continued speaking, " I'm Gabriel Clearwater. I meant are ya really gonna jump him bareback?"


caliope watched him contemplate her words, seeming to want to defy her, then thinking twice about. she didn't blame him though, she was at most three years older than him, if that. she laughed as he stared at her with semi disbelief, this is why she loved flying high sometimes. she had had him imported from germany when he was six months, since they day he arrived they hadn't been far apart. growing up, they had enough land for fly to live with them, and he always seemed to be right behind cali, nosing her over and nuzzling her.


sorrry it's not done, i wil finish monday/thursday i just have to post so i wont lose it