Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 20:19:44 GMT -5
For the last event of the Deverauxs' short visit, Reed had worked long and hard with Rowan to polish up the Lockewood track, fit for a proper horse-race. Stands and boxes had been built to accommodate the spectators, the fences hung with buntings that ringed the pounded clay track. This was going to be Rowan's chance to shine, and with him, the finest horses of the Lockewood stables. It was the best way to display his brother's skills as breeder, trainer and stablemaster. Reed was not the one in charge, but taking orders today.
There were plenty of horses for those who were brave enough to risk their necks and take their chances at riding in the race. Rowan had a gift for knowing who would suit each horse to persuade the best performance and speed - he would be the one who assigned horses to riders for those who didn't want to race their own steeds. For those who did, they'd have be inspected to be sure they were up to the challenge. He was at the starting-gate, waiting with a string of Lockewood's finest except for his own steed. Rowan would be riding that beast himself, the better to display the cream of the crop.
Standing to the side, Reed studied the layout, wondering just who would rise to the challenge and who would come to watch the race. It was risky, this kind of event, but it was also rather exciting as well. He hoped for Rowan's sake that not only did the race go well, but the right eyes would be caught and an excellent impression made.
Who was up for the challenge?