attracted to fame

[Snowflake]

fatal attraction has learned how glorious winning is and seems to have her heart set on winning every single race.

A swift nudge of the heels was more than was needed to get the filly going. Diva took off on the dirt at an energetic trot, picking up her feet proudly as we warmed up. We'd recently had our first victory, the Golden Start Stakes, and together we honestly couldn't feel any better. Diva had had her fifteen minutes of fame (a very pleasant surprise for her, I might add - the attention was fantastic!), and I now knew what sort of potential she had. She was pretty fast, but she had the stamina to go for up to twelve furlongs. She had a great passion for racing already, and suddenly every race was like a run for her life. She put out everything from the word go, just like she was supposed to, even if she was buggered. She'd mostly come in second so far, mostly because she was just getting started when the finish line flashed by. But I'd learned the trick - get her ahead of the field by a length or two then get her going at 400m to go. She'd seemed exhilarated by beating the field by so much in the Golden Start.

Strangely enough, even though we'd had her a while now, Diva still didn't eat so well when I wasn't around. We'd gotten her comfortable enough to that she would eat if I gave her the food, but she still liked me to stay with her while she ate and randomly didn't eat if I had to run. Ah well - this filly was a complete angel under saddle - I couldn't imagine why her old owners hadn't been able to handle her. She'd been sold on cheap to us because she was so badly behaved for them; but she'd never put a toe out of line while at GHS. Perhaps she hadn't had a special friend there like me. I smiled warmly at this thought - it was great to have such a strong bond with such an amazing animal.

Anyways. I shrugged off my thoughts and returned my full and proper attention to the workout - Diva was fully warmed up by now and eager to get on with the faster work. I stood in my stirrups and urged her to gallop, careful to hold her in so she wouldn't burst into her full racing gallop.
We swerved slightly, moving closer to the inside rail, the way the faster moving horses traditionally did. She moved energetically, springing from one leg to another with complete ease and grace, feeling light as air. I stayed as poised in the saddle and in sync with her as possible as we galloped up the track.

We completed eight furlongs of this gallop. And although she had been begging me the whole way to go faster, I had to admit that I'd never been on a better behaved two year old than this one. Of course, she hadn't done anything that could possibly be described as good for Sarah, nor Marissa for that matter. She'd bonded with me, and only me.

Ease up, Dive. I cooed, standing in my stirrups and leaning back slightly, tightening the length of the reins as I went. She tossed her head in impatience, as if to say, Jeez, I was just getting started! But as she hated to displease me, she did as she was told and we gradually slowed.

finished