Abby jumped up "West! Titan! Yellow Smiley Shirt! Yay!" Abby teased

Tyler bit back a groan and walked out, looking up at the sky for a moment before heading slowly towards the barns. Or... slowly for him. His steps were rather slow, but he had long strides. Tyler entered and went to West's stall, going in and stroking the stallions neck. "Hello buddy, how ya doin?" Tyler asked with a smile. At least West would never laugh at him for having a bright yellow smiley faced shirt,

Titan likes his head out and whinnied. A few other stallions poked theres out too. Foster, a white Akhal Teke tossed his head. Abby noticed the for sale sign on his stall door. -why is Niki selling him?- "hey Tyler. Any idea why Niki is selling her prize stallion, Foster's Catch?" Titan snorted and Abby looked at him. She signed and loved in her pony. She glanced at Foster. He was a Western Dressage horse. And Abby had to admit... he was gorgeous.

Tyler came out of West's stall and glanced at Foster, his expression dropping. "No... that's not good. He's a nice stallion." He comented with a concerned voice, his face growing thoughtful. "I'll have to ask, anyway. He may be a nice horse to add to the barns lesson horses." Tyler mumbled the last part, looking deep in thought as he grabbed some brushes and started grooming West

-lesson horses!- Abby shook her head -how could a western horse like that become a pointless little lesson pony!?- Abby shook her head again. -lesson pony!?!?- Abby took a step back as she shook her head again. She left her jealous pony to visit the nervous horse. Foster's Catch tossed his head and whinnied. He stomped and snorted. Abby watched the stallion. His eyes were a beautiful blue color. He tried to bite her but she stood still and didn't flinch. The stallion acted up for another minute before Abby made her move. She Peyton her hand out palms up and whispered to him. The stallion flicked his ears and snorted. After a while he lowered his head and she was able to pet him.

Tyler glanced back, knowing that expression on Abby's face. "Okay okay you're right. He's too highstrung, and would be much better suited to a personal rider show ring kind of thing." Tyler snorted, shaking his head slightly as he watched the stallion.

Abby quickly looked at him "mhm yeah" she had wanted this horse since he was born but he father never let her. Niki had let her ride him once and he was amazing under saddle but he was vicious on foot. He always tried to attack his handler. Abby was the only one that could practically tame the wild beast. Foster lifted his head and looked at Tyler. His ears were pricked forward, the tips ever so slightly tilted towards each other. He snorted, practically begging for him to come over.

Tyler rolled his eyes slightly at Abby, knowing she was opinionated... and usually correct. He watched the stallion for a couple more moments, a small smile forming on his face. Tyler then walked over, standing near Abby. "He really is a fine specimen." Tyler murmured quietly, his head tilted. He had a good eye for horses, and this was a good horse

Foster watched as Abby nodded "he really is" she said. Right then Foster reached out, attempting to bite Tyler. He then turned on Abby but she didn't move. She just put her hand on his neck and he instantly stopped. Abby had watched as he had attacked his handlers and only one place stopped him on a dime. Abby pet his velvety muzzle as she looked at Tyler "you ok?"

Tyler was rather used to being *attacked* by now, she he kind of flinched away and avoided the bite. -I thought the spunkiness was for the mare's- He thought with a snort, nodding as Abby spoke. "Perfectly fine, like always." Tyler answered, a slight smile on his face. He had always said that... even laying on the ground with broken ribs. *I'm perfectly fine* would probably be the line written on his grave.