patience

Salvia Eternity · 01-27-2012, 12:27 PM

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(370) She's at the barn, for reference

Much to Salvia’s delight, the pony had begun showing signs of progress. Her method of training was simple—she used the rope harness to get him used to the concept of wearing such a thing. While he initially was adverse to captivity, Salvia’s patience had begun to conciliate his behavior. Misty, surprisingly, was an excellent help. While she remained hot-tempered, she was equally calm around the pony. By watching her, he began to understand thing. The girl was certain they discussed things when they stood together, but she did not understand low-speech and chose to ignore it.

Today had begun he next phase of her process. A large stone had been tied and attached to the harness. The pony was tied to a post, standing patiently. He had settled into the concept of domesticity; food and shelter were provided and he was a part of a group kept well in check by Siv’s feisty mare. Salvia wished sorely that Black would return by spring, yet unsure of which stallion might replace him should this become an issue. They had no other stallions in their herd, save her colt, and he was not old enough to breed.

She unloosed the lead from the post. Kurz snorted but followed the blonde wolf to the center of the pasture—until he felt the weight behind him. The reddish pony whinnied and stopped dead in his tracks. Salvia tugged at his lead, and the pony yanked his head back. A thin smile cut across her face. She dropped a hand to the bag on her hip and drew out a small, aging apple.

Kurz’s face lit up (as much as a horses could) and he leaned his head forward. Salvia took a step back. The pony shook his head and stamped a shaggy foot. Salvia remained still, her hand outstretched. Finally, the small thing took a step forward, dragging the rock mere inches. She took another step back, and he followed. Satisfied this method would work, she rewarded him and then began the process again. Luckily, the packed snow allowed the stone to move easier than it might have otherwise—the blonde girl was certain that she would get him ready before spring, though.

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