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"Canter!" Bella cried out loudly, cracking the whip behind the stallion. With no protest, he broke into the rocking three-beat rhythem, gathering speed slowly but surely, edging towards a gallop that he oh-so-wanted. But Bella wouldn't have that.
"Trahhhhhhht..." She drew out the word, making it sound differently than normal, pulling back on the longe line. It did take a bit, a couple more slow words and a sharp jerk or two, but he slowed back to a trot, bouncing angrily at this slow speed. Grinning at his attitude, Bella requested a walk. Soilder threw his head up a few times, but then slowed to a walk. A bouncy walk, eagerly awaiting to go faster.
Bella granted him this.

"Canter!" Nearly before the words rolled off her lips, he was off. Bella lengthened the longe line a bit, giving him more room. Her eyes gleamed merrily as she watched him, wondering what it would be like to ride him at this... at a full gallop, maybe... maybe even enter a race. That would be fun.
After about ten more minutes, Bella told him to "Ho" and tugged on the longe line. He stopped, then turned to look at her, ears deciding they would rather enjoy pinning themselves back. He was mad at her for making him stop.
"Don't worry, pretty boy, we'll run again. All in good time, all in good time..." She cooed to the stallion, watching a tentative ear raise to hear what she was saying.
Grinning broadly, Bella walked towards him, gathering up the longe line as she did so. Apparently she was now important enough for the all-mighty stallion to listen to her.

He was already fully tacked up, so she only slipped his halter off over his bridle, tossing that and the longe line lazily on the other side of the fence before mounting. There had been some jumping poles and a mounting block in here before, but Bella had taken them out prior to bringing Soilder into the ring. She wanted nothing for him to trip on--or for her to fall on. They weren't going to be working on his stride or his jumping today. They were going to be working on racing.
Taking a deep breath, she swung up into a moving saddle as Soilder crab-stepped half-heartedly away from her. That part of his game was getting kind of old. Sitting on the rather high stallion in a normal English saddle--she would work the racing one later--Bella nudged him slightly. Soilder backed up a bit, but wanted to go forward too badly to resist much more. So, with only two more reminders, he went forward at an eager walk. It wasn't long before they were cantering around the ring, his long legs eating the ground before him quickly.
Bella asked for a hand gallop, and he happily did so. It was the best that he was behaving for her so far, even though he still felt reluctant to obey her. Even so, he was doing what she wanted.

Now time for the full gallop. It probably wasn't wise to move at such a quick pace with a horse she was so unfamilar with--though she had an idea that she knew him pretty well--but Bella paid little thought to that. Soon she was flying, standing up in the saddle to lean low over his neck, knowing how from the training her father had given her. She even knew side saddle, but that was for a different time. Bella was being wipped in the face by his mane, but didn't really care. She loved the thrill of going so fast, feeling him still gathering speed beneath her. She was having so much fun... Holding the crop she had brought with her in her right hand, she reached backwards with it to smack him gently. He responded like a dream, going even faster still.
Bella was thinking of show coming up, the racing show, when Soilder felt her lack of attention. He swerved through the middle of the ring, not slowing his pace one bit. Caught off gaurd and at a bad position--with no seat and leaning forward--Bella tumbled off her 17.1 hand horse and to the ground, which had been soft when she was walking on it, but not so soft now that she was falling from a large height at an unbelievable speed.
For the first few seconds she lay motionless, finally groaning and rolling over.
That was a nasty fall.

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