The Sun Begins to Shed It's Light.

[Cavallo]

<sub>Watch where you're going! It took a lot to send Nick over the edge and today seemed to be that breaking point. He wasn't the only one stressed. The near collision of horses was avoided with my brother's warning as the two sheepish stable hands led away their charges back to the stables. I grimaced as I watched Nick lock eyes on me and Revi. His stride quickened, his brow furrowed. Why aren't you two on the track yet??

I held back a retort, as I clenched the leather reins between my hands. Kyle was on the track with Attie, what were we suppose to do, bully them off? I wasn't going to lie, I was a wee bit resentful. Atalanta was an amazing horse and I would have killed to have her as my charge, but it seemed she would have loved to kill me too. Literally. But, that was before the Comeuppance son. The tall bay colt stood proudly next to me, nudging my arm eager, knowing our destination. The Wire Finish Cup was swiftly approaching and we were a last minute entry.

You should have woken up earlier then and beat them to the track. I really want Resurgence to perform his best and he can't do that if you and him aren't working to be on the same page! Nick gave us our marching orders as I flung back another retort.

The track lay open before us, a few breezers left on the track, mainly older mares working on their fitness routines. I mounted the tall colt, as he shifted antsy like on his feet. Easy, don't go running off without me. That'll just give Nick one more thing to yell at me about. We were all tense and Revi was quick to pick up on it. His body tensed as he waited for my cues and then we entered our domain with a brisk trot. IGS was always a fan of warming up slowly and today would be no exception. The snapping motion of muscles and tendons soon gave way to fluid motion as all stress left my mind and that of my mount. We liked it better out here anyways...no one could bother us....No one could even come close to touching us...

The slow steady rhythm of hooves was like a comforting balm to my soul, but the tempo was quickening. The slow beat soon gave way to a pounding thunder, the wind a mad conductor as it whipped about hair into my eyes, face and mouth. I tasted the sweat of man and best, the taste of freedom that Revi and I enjoyed as one. The ground was no longer, nothing but a blur and we were simply soaring. The bends in our road guiding us along our path, but now the end was in sight and the final encore was about to be played, soul and spirit drawn upon we broke forth across the finish with our best, the climax of our symphony and boy was it ever sweet.</sub>