Shona, in her pissed off state, pushed the gelding to run a little faster than usual. Thankfully for her, he appreciated it and even enjoyed it. Nearing the mile mark, Shona slowed the heavy gelding down and finished the mile off at a trot. They made their way off the track, slowed down to a walk and leisurely strolled back to the barn. That was when she saw a hoard of people gathered around. The Hack. She thought to herself. Pretentious assholes. Shona pulled her left rein in a little tighter and led the horse towards the left, going around the back of the barn. There was another entry point there. Shona didn't particularly enjoy the presence of the show-jumpers, as they all seemed to have the same ideaology. That they were better than the jockies. If only they understood the amount of work that went into their training. Not only the horses, but the jockies as well.

As they got closer to the entrance, Shona dismounted the dark bay and walked him to the cross-ties. She paid no attention to her surroundings as she attended to the horse, and quickly did what needed to be done before taking him back to his stall.

Realising her direct involvement with horses was done for the day, Shona pulled up the chore-list on her phone and began making a mental plan of the best ways to go about it. 3 stables to muck, and poop-picking in the paddock that Dallas and a couple other mares shared. She sighed quietly and began her chores, nodding along to non-existant music.