Stall Six: Odd Number Out

[Ripley]

Stallion: Odd Number Out
Age: Y9
Pedigree: Without A Doubt x Trust Yourself
Owner: Valkyrie Stables
Breeder: ?

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[Cruisey]

While Carter was out looking at Grayson Meadows' studs, he had sent small jockey Sammie to scope out some potential studs. It was when she came across the Valkyrie aisle did she pause. In stall six stood a quiet dapple gray stallion. Sammie inched closer to the horse, who perked his ears. The blonde girl smiled towards the owners of the magnificent horse. She had seen the horse around the tracks in Year Fourteen, but never had a chance to see him up close. Odd Number Out was built in all of the right places; thick neck, powerful hindquarters and clean legs. 

"He sure looks like a powerhouse." Sammie said, not once taking an eye off of the stud. 

[Kenren]

While Larsa was caught talking to Ripley at Pyro's stall, Minske was left free to see a woman walk up to Uno's stall. He recognized the jockey, but had never met her due to the fact he himself had moved away from the track and to the training side of things. He walked up beside her with a smile, hearing her comment. "I'd have to agree. And he's got the record to match." While he had only reached grade four before retirement due to being shuffled around from farm to farm so often, he's been solidly consistent by only finishing out of the money three times in four seasons.

Uno briefly looked up at them, then flicked his tail and returned to the hay now scattered all over the bottom of his stall. Minske shifted, offering a hand to the jockey. "Minske Mavecci. You're Pickett, right?"

[Cruisey]

Sammie was so caught up in the gray stallion that she didn't notice a man walk up behind her. Minske Mavecci from Valkyrie stood behind her smiling. She took his hand a shook it, mirroring his smile.

"That would be me. Nice to meet you, Minske. I've definitely seen you around before." Sammie replied, and then mentally kicked herself for stating the obvious. Well, of course she'd seen him around before. He was a trainer for Christ's sake. To get her mind off of her redundant comment, she turned her attention back to the stud.

"Did you guys have any specific plans with him this season? I can tell he will definitely throw some nice looking foals, that's for sure." She admired the horse some more. There was something about the horse that enraptured her; maybe it was his charming personality or his looks. Whatever it was, Sammie never wanted to look away. She shifted so that her body was angled more towards the man who stood before her, just so she didn't come off as rude. That was probably the last thing she wanted to do when meeting new people.