There was the faint sound of light conversation as Connie Fae wandered down from the house and into the stables. It was her 'Off Day' today, but living at the property (not to mention owning it) typically meant there wasn't such a thing. The annual sale had drawn to an end, and to say the least it had been an exciting few days. Though for a stable that was just only blooming towards the end of the year, it had been tough on the bank, and that meant they couldn't purchase a lot of the pricier breeding stock they had hoped for. All the same, there had been a few new additions - exciting ones at that.

"Here she is," she heard Sam's quieter voice drift with it's usual decency, though his lips were quirked in amusement and his eyes shone with a mischeviousness from beneath his sparse, greying hair. "What?" Connie remarked, meeting three sets of prying eyes as she strode confidently down the breezeway and towards the stable of which they all stood. "What is this?" Leo held his arms folded over his chest, and his head dipped in the direction of a young, chestnut horse. Connie smiled, "Riot Act." "Con, I will be the one starting a riot. This thing wasn't on our list," as hard as he tried, Leo couldn't be mad; she knew he was as entertained by the new addition as everybody was, and he'd probably come to the love the exciting new filly in no time.

"You'll thank me, she's gorgeous!" Connie took another step towards the big, beaming eyes of the golden youngster, and right on queue the filly tossed her head towards her with her ears pinned to her poll. "Right. Real gorgeous," Leo couldn't help but laugh at the radiating attitude, perhaps comparable to his own, "Go on then, show us how gorgeous she is." Smart Arse. Connie stepped forward, and the filly again greeted her with an outreached lip, searching for contact and threatening ears. If she hadn't have been warned about this behaviour already by the Battlebrook Staff, she would have known better than to seek contact with such a horse. But alas, she reached out, dodging the initial attempt at a nip, and with the firm touch on her white-marked face, Riot Act eased. The fillies ears relaxed and she chewed comfortably. "See, she's all talk."

A short time later the well-bred filly had been unrugged, haltered and was standing impatiently with her handler as the onlookers glanced her over, thoughtfully - approvingly. "She's a bit short for a distance runner," it wasn't neccesarily a concern for Leo; especially not after the stable had leased the tiny, 15hh Dark Maiden, who pocket-rocketed her way to G1 with ease. It was more so a loudly-spoken thought, one that they all would have been aware of at some point. Connie shrugged, "She's the mares first foal. Besides, she could be a miler. She's come from very versatile breeding, it's going to be interesting to see where she decides to settle." No matter how 'loose' her preferences would be, if one thing was for sure, it was the serious power of females within her breeding. An obvious throwback to Warm Wishes and Lusitania could be seen within not only her vibrant ginger colouring, but the structures of her feminine face, that would feel oddly familiar to anyone who had met the mares.

"Are we looking at a strong early runner here?" Sam questioned, running a hand down her muscled rump; her skin twitching with mild distaste beneath his touch. It seemed Leo, the brains when it came to bloodlines, was going to answer when Connie piped up; perhaps feeling a little conceited about the fact she had done her research. "Well, that's another that may not be clear until she starts running. Battlebrook said she was consistent in her training, but wasn't leaning any which way yet. She's one that might just stay put in development until the end of the year, or she could continue to thrive as a two year old. Her sire and dam both had their greatest seasons as mature horses, however as of recently The Rising has produced a strong juvenile colt in Rising Wonder."