A Royal Time[Reale/Amber]

[M A X]

Reale trotted around the small pasture. Six months old and a complete baby. His small little fluff of a tail bouncing behind him as he trotted his dark bay coat hadn't starting to turn from the baby coat to the sleek coat he'd have when he grew up.

He broke into a canter, and neighed shrilly panicking slightly at being all alone in the pasture. He'd lost his dam from colic at three months and after that he'd been taken care of by the breeders who'd owned him before he'd been sold. He wasn't used to being left alone and he would follow his owner around like a little puppy given half a chance.

Weaning was a hard process and he was acting as if he'd just been weaned from his dam. Breaking into a gallop he rushed around his pasture already showing the speed he'd inherited from his sire, Storm Cat, the speed that it'd been proven Storm Cat's lines held though he himself had never gotten the chance to prove it on the track.

[Amber Collins]

The girl had just acquired a new "project", though she didn't like to think of it like that. More of a... learning experience. For it wasn't the foal that would be taught everything. Amber found that many times, training colts and fillies taught her things about them, others, and even herself. So now that she had a new learning experience on her hands, she had brought in a buddy for it. A goat, that apparently was quite frisky, judging by the seller's eagerness to get rid of it. The trainer thought that Willie, the goat, was quite cute as she led him to the pasture that Reale was apparently running around in.

Amber saw the well-known Storm Cat speed. She had always been fond of that horse, but which horses weren't she fond of? You're thinking to much, she told herself, and shook her head with a smile. "Hey there, little one," she cried, observing the colt's movement around the pasture. He seemed to have good action and nice legs. With that speed, he'd be a cross-country champion! If he could jump, that is. She let the goat into the pasture, who presently took off after the horse, without much success. Frustrated, Willie gave up and just set himself to grazing for the time being. Amber let herself into the gate to see how Reale would react to the two new beings in his presence.

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[M A X]

Ree skidded to a stop and wheeled around galloping towards Amber and once again skidding to a stop and pressing his head into her stomach. Nickering softly and looking up at her with large brown eyes. He didn't care about the goat but the human, the human was his friend, all humans were.

He butted her with his head again and nickered his ears pricked, small tail flicking at his hindquarters. For as lanky and thin as he was he could still move gracefully and quickly. He studied the goat for a moment, huddling close to the woman he snorted and glanced up at her then towards the goat as if asking what it was or if it would hurt him. The goat looked kind of like him but at the same time, so different.

[Amber Collins]

She felt her heart melt a bit as the little colt pressed against her stomach. Amber put a gentle hand on his neck and stroked it. He kept a weary eye on the goat. "Oh, this guy? He's just to keep you company, if anything," she said. The girl rubbed his ears, making him familiar with her touch. She then bent down a bit and ran a careful hand down his spindly legs, careful not to get kicked, even on accident. "That's a good boy," she said as she circled him. The colt was really well-behaved for his young age.

She nodded, confident in the Thoroughbred colt. She walked to the fence where a white foal halter was hanging along with a soft cotton lead rope. Amber held it at arm's length from the colt, allowing him to sniff it. "Is this all right with you, Ree?" she asked him, as if she was talking to another human. The trainer believed that horses would respect you more if you treated them as quite an equal, if not a higher being. She then took the lead and rubbed it gently on his neck and shoulders, making him used to both of the objects.

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[M A X]

Reale nosed at the halter, nipping at the rope as she rubbed it on his neck. He wasn't scared of either object as he might've been. Trusting humans since they'd earned his trust when he was young, helping to raise him from the time he was three months old.

He stuck his nose into the halter, unknowing that's exactly what he was supposed to do. He was still weary of the goat but it didn't seem to be interested in him at all so he let it be. Pulling his nose back out of the halter and turning his neck around biting at the lead finally getting it and then letting go quickly and flipping his upper lip up in a "smile" the weird taste of the rope still lingering in his mouth.

[Amber Collins]

The equestrian was proud of the little colt as he did not shy away from either piece of equipment. "Good boy," she said, and grinned as he nipped at the lead rope. Well, that still wasn't being naughty, so she let it go for now. Then he even went as far as to put his nose through the halter without her coaxing. She smiled, getting more confidence in the colt. Amber ruffled his short puffy mane and gave him a pat in praise.

She had let go of the lead rope for a few moments, and Reale had taken advantage of it. Playfully (hopefully) he took it up and tossed it to the ground. Amber giggled and bent down to pick it up, kissing his velvety muzzle too. He was really intelligent, and quite cute at that as well. "All right, now to finish what you accidentally started," she said. She held the nose loop of the halter out and slid it gently onto his head. The crown piece was already buckled to avoid any extra confusion, but it didn't look like there would be much, hopefully.

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[M A X]

He backed up a few steps pulling his head from the halter and shaking away the feeling staring at Amber with dark questioning eyes. The halter had felt weird on his head, not something he liked. Of course he'd follow her around without the halter but to be taken out and trained and even ridden he'd have to get used to the equipment sometime.

He stepped forwards again and nudged her hand playfully. Unlike his sire he wasn't so independent, he didn't have the stallion's moody attitude... yet. Lipping at the lead rope again he snorted softly trying to figure out what it was, it didn't do anything when he bit it, yet anyways.

[Amber Collins]

She gave the colt slack as he backed up. It wouldn't be good for all his training if he learned that there would always be uncomfortable pressure on his head whenever he was haltered. "You're fine, sweetie," she said with a soothing tone of voice. Amber was glad when he took a step forward; that meant he wasn't too annoyed by the halter. It probably was confusing for him though, not knowing what its use was. She tried to put herself in his shoes, figuring that it wasn't easy to have a series of straps on your head and be led around. But horses were tolerant that way, and Ree was being espeially good. When he took a second step back towards Amber, she grinned and said, "Good boy, Reale." That was good that he wasn't afraid of her and the training pieces.

Now they would try leading. The girl took a step forward, still giving the Thoroughbred foal slack. She took a few more steps forward and waited, calling his name. "Let's go boy," she called, not wanting to call him like a puppy: "Here boy! Here!" She didn't even talk to her dogs like that.

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[M A X]

Reale shook his small head again and snorted, bouncing on his front hooves in a tiny rear. He didn't like the halter but after his mini episode he stood their for a moment. Allowing himself to get used to the weight, it didn't hurt and he did trust the woman who'd put it on him. Finally he took a hesitant step forwards, mainly just to nudge the woman. His small nose pressing against her hand gently.

Looking up at her with pitiful dark brown eyes. Hoping to get the halter taken off, just so he'd be free again. For being so young he was extremely willing and ok with trying new things and having humans fiddling with him. They'd been doing so since he was three months old when his dam had died and he'd been adopted into the breeders family as another child of theirs, only they had to sell him three months later.