Jun 4, 2024 15:04:43 GMT
Archie smiled, at least the girl seemed to think that they would get along without any issue. Waffel picked up his canter in the other direction now, the gelding side eyeing the other pair in the arena - clearly jealous that they appeared to not be cantering. His polo ponies often seemed to be funny like that, lazy every day escape the day of the match. Archie got though, training one on one just wasn't the same when they were with the rest of their team. His mom really hadn't thought that when she shipped them all out of Germany and to England, "They'll take me next year. The university that is. I gotta finish up my other schooling though. This was my final year in school, whereas in England, it seems I should have already been in University." He didn't mind though, not like he had his life figured out anyways.
When Izzy brought up his own parents, it actually gave him some pause. The teenager didn't want to rag on them, but honestly, it was like his parents didn't understand him or his siblings. Sometimes, it was fun to joke that they were all swapped as babies when they were born with others, because none of the Wagner children seemed to match their parents in personality and drive. Archie finally shrugged, his green eyes still on Waffel shuffling through his canter, "They're...alright. Bit harsh and strict. I think my sisters and I turned out a little different than they thought we would." Still, the thought still made me smile wryly.
Arche could see the pros and cons to dual hatting it in the equestrian world. He had to hand to Izzy that she had it all figured out, it had taken himself a while to figure out what to do after he learned how to sit on the horse. He supposed he was always hte rough and tumble sort though, he liked being part of a team and the scrimmage of it all. Yes, show jumping looked fun and fast, and dressage looked elegant, and western, well, it was its own ballpark, but none of them seemed to speak to Archie like the polo field, "You ever feel like you don't have an identity though by doing both? Like...pulled between the two?" The teenager stepped towards his gelding now, breaking the circle and Waffel began to slow down - from canter to trot, and finally to walk. They were done - with moving at least.
"Ah well, the Argentinians appeared to have cracked the code to having a sturdy but fast horse that could handle all sorts of weather," Archie said with a grin, shrugging, "But maybe that's just me. Everybody in the sport has their opinions. A few of my teammates still use english breeds and thoroughbreds. Just feels like its preference. I admit though, two of mine are from South America - only one is European." Speaking of his polo ponies, Waffel was walking towards him now, head hanging low with his ears pointed forward. The teenager greeted his pony like an old friend, giving a good pat as the horse rested his large head on Archie's shoulder now, allowing his breathing to settle, "Yeah - Molly seems to run a kilometer a minute...but that's okay. It works for her. Do you know much about her non-horse riding friend? Oliver?" Hey, it was worth a try.
Green eyes looked to Izzy now, if she understood why he was asking, she wasn't cluing him in. Instead, she seemed more preoccupied with the time - rightfully so. He smiled at her question, "Depends on the city or town, but if you grew up here, I think you'll be just fine." She and Quennie seemed to slow down now, and Waffel banged up against his head now, attempting to rub himself. Gently, Archie pushed the gelding's head around - knowing that he would have to wrap everything up soon, "Ah, well good to know about the scenes then. If you and Queenie are wrapping up, Waffel and I can walk you back to the cross ties. Should be enough a of a cool down before he gets put back into his stall til breakfast."
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