Lesson Notes 9/21/14

Guess who’s back to work today? My favorite stoner pony, RADAR!

And for the lesson, he was surprisingly not as stoner-like. His lesson workload has been cut in half, so that may be why. 

CIRCLES. We did so many, just to get the hang of steering again. Also, size control with spiraling in and out. Radar will try to drag you to the rail, and if you let him, the battle’s already been lost - you won’t get him off of it. So yeah, keep your outside aids strong and steady when you feel him trying to drift. 

We tried alternating sitting and rising during the circle - sitting during the “dangerous” part of the circle (near the rail where Radar might be tempted to pull away) and rising during the “safe” part. When rising, giving an extra push to your posting to prevent being slightly left-behind. 

He’s getting pretty attuned to my seat. Like, you wouldn’t think he’s as aware and alert as he is while working, but he is. It’s why, if he feels he has a less-than-confident rider on his back, he won’t bother with more than the absolute minimum (and if you’ve ridden him before, you’d know his absolute minimum is barely shuffling). It took me about a year, but I guess we’ve come to an understanding. :) It helps that he prefers being off the line, haha.

Radar can balance himself if you half-halt him only once or twice. Which is kind of a relief after the long continuous half-halt-5 seconds later-half-halt that is riding Mona (she is still super fun to ride, though, such a sweetheart). He does need to be picked up before canter, though.

Guess who managed two left-leads today? STONER PONY. So, hopefully, that means he’s on his way to getting that back. I’m so happy that I got even one left-lead canter today (was told not to expect it). The second time it happened, I was just putting on a little extra pressure, and he just hopped to it! Good boy! ♥

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And in other news, I’ve figured out that it’s Radar’s saddle giving me chafing/blisters near the back of my thigh - not my breeches or underwear. It’s his giant freakin’ saddle. -_- Nothing to be done about it, I guess. 

Note to self: Place both billets through saddle pad - one in and one out makes his already huge saddle pad slip behind. Tuck the pad velcro strap under saddle flap.

first RP post in FOREVER

I have zero idea how explosions and buildings work, apparently. I hope the person I’m RPing with doesn’t mind the, uh, holes in this…

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Tick-tick-boom. That was how explosives were supposed to be set off, right? A timer was needed so the person who set them knew how much time he had to get out of the way. It’s common sense to know beforehand how much time it takes, especially when you’re playing with something a little less straightforward than than usual. 

And of course, the lackey Fang-Ying had trusted with the explosives didn’t have the sense Ao Guang gave him to calculate the timing or the force of the resulting blast. As a result, Fang had faced down the tail end of an untimely fiery explosion, stuck on the second floor - and the factory they had targeted hadn’t even fully collapsed! A definitive failure by a definitive idiot. She viciously hoped Ao Guang would accept Tian-Ming’s spirit back to the sea with open arms and open jaws. 

Fang leaned against the steel frame, choked with hacking coughs. She clapped a hand against the aching gills exposed on her neck, feeling the delicate flaps of skin start to burn with pain. The smoke was quickly filling the building, and Fang still had found no clear escape route. There was burning debris blocking the stairway and an attempt to jump from this height would no doubt break her damnably human legs.

She grimaced as she felt said limbs buckle slightly. The force of the explosion hadn’t been enough to blast her into oblivion, but she hadn’t been able to avoid being knocked into a wall. Not for the first time, she reconsidered the wisdom of bringing their fight to land. She should have been satisfied by taking down fishermen’s boats and drowning sailors, but the allure of besting those arrogant, wasteful humans on their own territory had been far too tempting. And the offer of her mysterious benefactor to relocate to a place where he could provide her with resources was not something she dared deny (though she had a feeling it was not only Tian-Ming’s own foolishness that had landed them in this situation).

Her father was right - she really was too ambitious for her own good. 

Fang pushed off the wall, and clung to the railing to keep herself from falling to her knees. Through the distorting haze of smoke, she could make out a silhouette of a person on the first floor, close to the entrance. She called out hoarsely, but only echoed ringing met her ears. The figure disappeared from view. A snarl curled the woman’s lip, the thought that that person could have been one of her own - Liang or Malqe or Kanya or, hells, even that bratling, Itsuo - to abandon her gathered prickly heat deep within her chest. 

"Coward!" She roared impotently, amber eyes slit with fury. She slammed her palms against the railing - once, twice, but stopped dead at the sight of something seemingly god-sent: a thick, heavy chain suspended from the ceiling, trailing down to a curved hook. It was close enough to the railing that she could make it in one leap, and end was close enough to the ground that… yes, that would do nicely

With a little strained effort, Fang climbed atop the railing, ignoring the protesting creak of her knees and the heat from the metal that seeped into her skin. She absently ran her dry tongue over her lips as she considered the length she’d have to launch herself. She’d have only one chance and - she glanced over her shoulder to see flames licking ever closer - she’d have a limited time frame. 

Deep breath in, weak cough out. 

And jump.

Her hands barely caught onto the rusted metal links as her legs came up to curl around the chain as she slid haltingly down. The human clothing she’d “borrowed” earlier snagged, and she was able to take a tighter grip of the chain. There was barely time to take a relieved breath before she felt it - a creak and jump in the chain. She looked up to see that where the chain was bolted to the rafters, the metal was beginning to give. Well, she did want to fell this building…

Hurriedly, she shimmied her way down the chain, and jumped the last few feet, the impact shooting straight up her shins. Fang, a feral grin alighting her sooty features as she spotted a clear path to the exit, bolted. 

A dark silhouette - was it the same traitor as before? - stood in her way, but her watery eyes couldn’t make out the features. Her blood racing from the adrenaline and emotions high off of an imminent victory, she raced forward and took a wild swipe at the figure - only, she had forgotten that her talons were wholly inaccessible in this form. 

Human bodies were such a waste.

Do you guys remember Annie? Semi-retirement seems to suit her!
Look at that glossy coat!

Do you guys remember Annie? Semi-retirement seems to suit her!

Look at that glossy coat!

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I cover her body with my hand, look at her neck/head, and uncover - laughter for days.

I cover her body with my hand, look at her neck/head, and uncover - laughter for days.

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"Now is the time to be candid and aboveboard in all things."
Not “candies.” Though, whatever floats your boat!

"Now is the time to be candid and aboveboard in all things."

Not “candies.” Though, whatever floats your boat!

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More results of fortune cookie-hoarding.

More results of fortune cookie-hoarding.

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This is why I hoard fortune cookies.

This is why I hoard fortune cookies.

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Instructor’s horse, Wynona. She’s come off surgery, and is on stall rest for the foreseeable future. 
She’s tall.

Instructor’s horse, Wynona. She’s come off surgery, and is on stall rest for the foreseeable future. 

She’s tall.

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Shared selfies are the best.
(Also, can you spot the surprise photobomber?)

Shared selfies are the best.

(Also, can you spot the surprise photobomber?)

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