The sound of a champagne bottle popping open could be distinctly heard from one of the paddocks. It was loud enough that the occupant of the paddock, Ghostchaser, startled momentarily, before quickly returning to his usual, calm state.

"Here's to our first win!" Arthur proudly declared, raising his glass. Laughing and calls of "Cheers!" followed from his companions, the stable's resident jockey and groom, as their son clambered over the paddock fence to pet the colt inside and give him some carrots that he's smuggled out of the kitchen. Grins were worn all around - not a single person unaffected by the recent events.

"Never thought I'd see the day so early," Peter commented after taking a sip of his drink. "He's a good horse, but a debut win? Competition was tough too. Just didn't expect it - especially not for the stable's first win either."

"That'll teach you to try and predict these things then!" His wife shot back with a laugh as Arthur clapped Peter on his back hard enough to jolt him forwards, some champagne splashing out from the top of his glass. 

"First of many, mate. First of many. Just you wait and see," the stable's owner promised - a sentiment that received agreement all around. All of them knew that it would likely only go down from here - competition would be tougher in the higher grade, and the chances of Ghost winning again in the near future seemed low - but in the high of the second, none of them cared. They'd won, and right now, they were living in the moment.