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Sturmboen
Mikayla Turner

The broodmares in the field next over nickered softly to one another, occasionally lifting their heads to watch the commotion that was going on in the other field. A lone roan stallion screamed over the fence at them, pacing and cantering along the brown posts, as he desperately tried to get their attention. The mares didn't seem to care for him, instead turning their attention to the familiar red-head in the same smaller pasture that was patiently dealing with the all-too-stubborn roan. When the stallion took too long to pay attention to the human, out came the lunge whip and his attention was diverted to the red-head who'd forced him to change directions. The mares walked over a bit curious as to what was going on- but not close enough for the stallion to reach over the fence to them. Mikayla knew it would be hard work- they'd been working on Sturm's ground manners for months now, this time being his largest challenge- the temptation of another horse was currently his biggest weakness- especially when that horse was a mare or two. Mikayla had specifically chosen to work near the broodmares- in part because they were the stallion's weakness, and if he did somehow get through or over the fence- there wasn't any real damage he could do since they were already heavily pregnant. That wasn't to say there weren't any risks, but you couldn't prevent every trial or imperfection in the world- only do your best to teach someone how to push past the hard part.

It didn't take long for Mikayla to get Sturm's focus. Keeping it for longer than a few minutes was a different matter altogether. She had to turn him away from the fence and keep him moving, letting him sweat it out and convincing him to refocus on her, to respect her on the ground, reminding her of her boundaries and presence constantly. Eventually, the mares in the other pasture became less and less interesting as Sturm's focus finally settled on Mikayla. Even when the mare's started chasing each other around, he seemed to sigh softly, settling his head against Mik's chest. She chuckled softly, stroking Sturm's face as he finally relaxed. They'd repeat this quite a few times throughout the week, just to be on the safe side of things.

Description

Featuring
Sturmboen
Mikayla Turner

The broodmares in the field next over nickered softly to one another, occasionally lifting their heads to watch the commotion that was going on in the other field. A lone roan stallion screamed over the fence at them, pacing and cantering along the brown posts, as he desperately tried to get their attention. The mares didn't seem to care for him, instead turning their attention to the familiar red-head in the same smaller pasture that was patiently dealing with the all-too-stubborn roan. When the stallion took too long to pay attention to the human, out came the lunge whip and his attention was diverted to the red-head who'd forced him to change directions. The mares walked over a bit curious as to what was going on- but not close enough for the stallion to reach over the fence to them. Mikayla knew it would be hard work- they'd been working on Sturm's ground manners for months now, this time being his largest challenge- the temptation of another horse was currently his biggest weakness- especially when that horse was a mare or two. Mikayla had specifically chosen to work near the broodmares- in part because they were the stallion's weakness, and if he did somehow get through or over the fence- there wasn't any real damage he could do since they were already heavily pregnant. That wasn't to say there weren't any risks, but you couldn't prevent every trial or imperfection in the world- only do your best to teach someone how to push past the hard part.

It didn't take long for Mikayla to get Sturm's focus. Keeping it for longer than a few minutes was a different matter altogether. She had to turn him away from the fence and keep him moving, letting him sweat it out and convincing him to refocus on her, to respect her on the ground, reminding her of her boundaries and presence constantly. Eventually, the mares in the other pasture became less and less interesting as Sturm's focus finally settled on Mikayla. Even when the mare's started chasing each other around, he seemed to sigh softly, settling his head against Mik's chest. She chuckled softly, stroking Sturm's face as he finally relaxed. They'd repeat this quite a few times throughout the week, just to be on the safe side of things.