The morning was stuffy, foggy and the humidity seemed to stick under the skin and into the bones. There was no wind, not even a gentle breeze, the leaves stood motionless on the pine trees. Maybe that explained why Chambery's rug was trashed in the corner of her stall. "Awesome, Berry.", Annie congratulated the mare. "You better pray for a good weather, that was your backup rug". As soon as the other horses heard the girl's voice they all went up to their stall doors, ears pricked forward and softly whinnying for their breakfast. After feeding the horses and cleaning the stalls, Annie groomed Chambery, preparing the mount for a morning hack. It was a no-go, mostly due to the fog was so heavy she could hardly see anything past the courtyard.
The young student went back to the tack room to sort out the equipment needed for Àries Annual Breeders Showcase. What a mess that tack trunk was, even for Annie’s lax standards.
After all the gear was tidy and clean she peeked from behind the window curtain, and to her dismay, nothing changed outside; much as if time had been frozen at Devon Hills. But the clock wasn't frozen, and the clock hands told Annie she had to hurry up if she was to get at the school in time. With two horses to work and no time to spare, she cleverly modified the morning hack into lunge work placing only a simple snaffle bridle on and tendon boots on Chambery and took her to the arena on a lunge lead.
Annie clicked her tongue and asked the mare to trot, getting ready to hold back a sudden spurt of energy. But the lunging went surprisingly well, and usually the lunge was how Chambery liked to let out some steam. Not in that foggy, creepy, morning though. She was as relaxed as it gets for a mare of her breed and caliber. Stretching her neck down and rounding up her topline, hindquarters working nicely underneath her in which made a beautiful, graceful picture. When Annie asked for a canter, the big grey mare resisted a little, but within seconds she rounded up again as if the mount could read her own mind.. "Now that's a first,” The girl smiled, patting the mare on the neck and giving her a treat once she brought in Chambery from the circle.