Material Girl and Leo Turner.
So Far Afar and Connie Fae.
City of Ruins and Lahni Rawler.

So Far Afar was a pleasant little sort; with little used very lightly. She was predicted to mature at an impressive 16.3hh, and was built like that of a well-bred athlete. In comparison to some other 2yo's however, if it weren't for her unusual colour she wouldn't stand out to the average eye; but a good trainer who could see outside of the 'box' would find an interest in her deep chest, elegant legs and high spirits. She glistened with that tell-tale sign of readiness, proudly wearing the reflective, prime-health glow punters sought for on race day. Her rare Palomino colouring was higher maintenance of course, something that was quite new to most of the staff at Highgrove. Her blistering white tail had taken all of twelve months to rid of the grass-stains it so proudly wore from her weanling and foal days - and to ensure she looked the part for her debut, she now wore a tail bag whenever she wasn't being worked. "Good girl Sofie," Connie ran a palm down the fillies velvety neck, Sofie's blazed face peering down the stable breezeway and towards the activity outside. Her grey lips rolled with a progressive chew of thought and her ears flickered casually; alert, but lost in her own thoughts perhaps.

Outside, tyed up in the wash bays were two more juveniles. A filly, dark steely grey, and a stunning bay colt. Naturally, the colt of the pair was quite entranced by the female across from him, and though they may have known eachother by voice or smell, was acting as though she were the first filly he had layed eyes upon since weaning from the broodmare pastures. As far as colts went however, City of Ruins was a very contained type; and though his neck was craned, his eyes lustful and his voice ever-rattling, he knew better than to walk all over his handler in an effort to make contact. Besides, Material Girl had made it quite clear she wasn't much interested, through the backwards position of her cupped ears and avoided eye contact. A son of the almighty Worldbreaker, this boy would be running a very heart-in-mouth debut in a few weeks time. His dam was one of the most impeccably assembled broodmares Highgrove had amongst their ranks; and all the staff truly felt this colt was just the beginning of her legacy. Though unraced, Electric City had all the flash of a high callibre broodmare and was a naturally maternal mother to-boot.

There was more than just an essence about the final filly; standing square and strong, her dark grey coat etched with fine strands of silver.
She was the combination of two incredibly potent turf lines. Merry Bay King through her dam, Lawliet's Girl, and by the ever-successful sire Foolish Lad. Foolish Lad's foals were doing some pretty amazing things as of Y17, with strong places in the Breeders Cup and prior wins in some seriously tough HOTY fields. This girl had the genetic ability to absolutely punish on the track, and she had the attitude to do it even better. While every other Juvenile fussed, fidgetted and shared their oppinion while being strapped, Shiela stood like a veteran who had been doing it her whole life. You wouldn't go as far as to say she stood obediantly like a school pony, but she expressed her disdain in a focused and mature sort of way; lifting a hind leg or swishing her silvering tail. She always knew where her handler was, and if it hadn't have been Leo today she might not have been so nicely mannered.

They were an odd trio, advertising all the colours of the rainbow as their riders directed them towards the turf track in a disorganised succession.