The filly looked around nervously at the strange smelling arena, flicking her ears back and forth as voices echoed slightly off the walls.
"She's got to be one of the daintiest warmbloods I've ever seen." Pip peered closer at the lithe filly, who leaned away looking affronted at the sudden invasion of her personal space. "Are you sure there's no Arab in there?"
"She's got a bit of TB influence," remarked Nina seriously, not quite picking up on Pip's teasing. It wasn't lost on Jamie and Aamir however, who smirked and exchanged looks. The filly was very refined though, but you could tell she wasn't an Arab. Her face was thin and long, as was the rest of her, and she absolutely emanated elegance just by standing there.
"Well, one thing's for sure," declared Aamir, crossing his arms against his chest. "She's not small."
All eyes fell on the filly again, and there was absolutely no denying it. For all her dainty refinement, there was no way this filly was going to be under seventeen hands when she was fully grown. Tall and leggy even as the weanling she was she could easily have stood taller than some of Willowglen's fully grown Arabs. She made a nervous sounding squeal at all the stares she was receiving, and tugged on her lead rope. A long international trip and quarantine would make anyone anxious.
"Let's see how she moves then."
The lithe little filly was released and promptly burst away from her audience in a puff of dirt. Cantering quickly down to the end of the arena, she threw in a few kicks and bucks for good measure, seemingly pleased to be able to do so again. Her twitchy sprints continued for a good three minutes more, until she'd finally blown off enough steam for the staff to coax her around the indoor arena at a slightly more leisurely pace. Her gaits matched her looks; refined, elegant, flowing. When her frame began to relax, dropping the earlier tension that had rendered it with hard angular lines, she began to stretch out and it was glorious.
"Well," remarked Adriane, coming to join the small crowd at the fence. "I call dibs. If she moves anything like that when she's older I've got the olympics in my sights."