Post by S u N f r O s t ~ on Nov 21, 2012 20:19:30 GMT -5
The black two year old reached out to Amber and Amber extended a hand, letting Atropa have a good sniff and grinning as the filly's nose tickled the palm of her hand. Overall the filly seemed good natured, though Amber knew there was some hot blood gushing through her veins. She grinned and then turned as Nick called for her and led her through the barn and towards some high security facilities. Now this was the interesting part of the tour. Higher fences, thick and padded, made for stallions. Nick welcomed her in and Amber chuckled, though in reality her mind was focused on the security.
In order to keep out those pesky crowds, especially since that hype she had interpreted from that jockey blog of Moses Lancaster's, she had focused on securing SOPS as best as she could and protecting her horses from each other and the press. There was a lot of high class stuff installed around the barns and she compared her barn to Intrepid's as she was led through the barn. As soon as she entered a cat raced right up to her, as though begging for release, and purred. Absent-mindedly Amber picked the cat up and settled him in her arms, scratching behind the ears a bit and carrying him as Nick continued to lead her through. SOPS was also home to some cats and they tended to take care of themselves. They were essentially half-wild but never tried to harm the staff.
She turned a corner and recognized Comeuppance instantly. Grinning, she gazed at him admirably, noting his conformation and thinking briefly of future breeding plans and Lissome before continuing to walk to Stallion Barn Two. This barn seemed to be especially high security and Amber guessed that the hottest of the hotheads lived there. And as soon as she came in, her guess was proven correct as she heard hooves meeting a door. She glanced over, trying to pinpoint the sound, curious as to what horse could possibly be as aggressive as that. But as she looked around Nick came alongside and actually placed a hand on the lower end of her back to guide her towards the middle of the aisle. That was...unexpected, but Amber found herself not minding all too much as she continued to follow Nick down the aisle.
They stopped in front of War Admiral's stall and Amber got briefly excited. She knew this monstrous black. He'd left his mark in the breeding shed and now she found herself face to face with the aggressive brute. She nodded in understanding as Nick explained some of Admiral's history. I understand. That was how Passionate Class was before Krystal got to him. We've all got those horses lurking around somewhere. She finished her inspection of the stallion and then turned just as the star of the show was led into his stall. She grinned and couldn't help her excitement. Finally. The foreign Triple Crown winner, here at last.
He has the look of eagles she commented quietly, eyeing him from her spot in the aisle. He was absolutely huge and reminded her distinctly of Infinite Warcry, though even he wasn't that big. It was....aweing, to say the least. She picked up on an aggressive vibe from the stallion so stayed well away, letting Nick handle the stallion while she admired from a distance. It appeared the stable hands had learned well to stay out of the way and she recognized the bond Nick had with Reve as something she had with King. It struck a chord deep within her and she grinned secretively, relishing this.
When Nick beckoned her closer she did not hesitate. She fully trusted Nick to be fully in control of his horse and approached slowly. As she did so Reve stomped once, tossed his head, and then eyed her with all the intelligence of a human being. His neck was proudly arched and Amber recognized it as what she called "stationary prancing". She had seen this plenty of times when Mona used to show off for her with flashy gaits and great conformation. Nick chuckled at something she didn't pick up on but she paid him no mind as she approached a respectful distance and then extended a hand out, palm up, for Reve to sniff...or sample.