Alexia was grinning as they arrived at the gallops, clearly feeling at home and maybe even a little nostalgic for times now passed. She'd been so pleased to be back and life on the stud farm suited her but there were times she missed this. The excitement of watching as the soon to be juveniles prepared for their fast-approaching debuts, the joys of the wins and the pains of the losses. Of course, she was never away too long - the lure of the workouts, of raceday, were stronger than that. She sat back on the buckskin pony and looked across at Chris who was watching a pair of juveniles as they moved around the far side of the track at a trot.

"You know, I can only imagine how quickly you snapped Amber's hand off for that filly." She was referring to Barely A Dream, a filly whose pedigree screamed of miler potential. But it wasn't only her pedigree that was impressive - Blossom was tall; strong; and had the fiery attitude so often associated with successful racehorses. In truth, there had been some concern that she might even be too stubborn but seeing her move on the track was magical. Rarely did you see a youngster quite so focused, her ears pricked and head held with pride. Chris just smiled knowingly and shrugged, seemingly unwilling to discuss it as he continued to watch.

Beside Blossom, Indian Summer perhaps seemed to be a little less impressive. Her sire was so often overlooked, her dam a fresh import, but that didn't matter to Chris. This one was all his doing. He'd selected Autumn Storm as a sire because of how overlooked her had been - especially given that his first foal had been a success on the track - in order to keep the lines fresh and new. She was a little smaller than her workmate, her build perhaps more slender, but the chestnut had a lot to give and he was looking forward to seeing her develop.

It was a battle for Luke to keep Blossom at the planned canter as they increased their pace, the bay constantly pushing and Chris jotted in his notepad something about requiring a leader in future works. Summer on the other hand was calmer, not pulling at the bit although not shying from the work either. Alexia rose a brow at the trainer as she watched them approaching, coming around the corner with the bay seeming to be a step ahead as Lucas kept her on steady rein.
"Hold her..." Chris muttered beneath his breath and then, suddenly, they flew.

Luke and Mark shortened the reins about two furlongs out, the fillies seemingly launching into a gallop as they stretched out down the stretch eye to eye, sizing each other up and never backing down. They were quick, the closing fractions certainly not something to scowl at as they passed the post. Alexia could see Chris' smile as he waited for them to come to a stop.
"That looked... Good." Alexia chose her words carefully and Chris just laughed.
"Well, I'm so pleased we could impress."