Make a RP with you buying the horse.

RULES OF CONDUCT
You may only buy two horses from the fair. Those two horses must be cared for like your academy horse. You may only have up to eight horses all together [academy horse, round-up, sales, etc.] so please be aware of that. If a horse hasn't been roleplayed with for two weeks it will be returned to here. If a person leaves it will be taken here or to the round-up. Please respect this rules of conduct thing. These horses are not named. Stallions can be Colts if at a young age and can be gelded.

HORSES FOR SALE
15.3 HH - Palomino Tobiano - Mare - Paint Horse - Western
15.2 HH - Bay - Gelding - Thoroughbred - Racing - S. Jumping
17.0 HH - Bay - Standardbred - Gelding - Racing - Dressage - Halter
16.1 HH - Chestnut - Don - Gelding - Western Pleasure - Driving
15.2 HH - Black - Hackney - Stallion - Driving - Halter
16.3 HH - Sabino - Mare - Paint/Thoroughbred Cross - S. Jumping- smarby

Bob nodded, and reluctently tore his eyes away from the gelding. He followed Amy over to where a stunning Paint/Thoroughbred mare stood, tail kinked, eyes bright. He watched Amy stroke the mare's face, almost longingly. Smiling softly, Bob joined her, shoulders gently bumping as he reached in to pat the mare's neck.

Ears pricked, nostrils flared, the Sabino gazed back, snorting slightly as she gazed at the two humans.
"She's beautiful..." Bob murmered softly. He clucked his tongue a little, watching the mare's delicatly pricked ears twitch. He grin tugged at the corners of his mouth and he turned to the seller once again, question set upon his face.

"Ah. Yes. She's a stunner. Very willing, eager to please. She's quite a spark though, bit skirty, can get a little over excited. She's well mannered, nice conformation." The seller spoke. Straight and point to the facts as his eyes too ran over the mare's body. Bob nodded slowly. He reached up to scratch the mare behind the ears. Flinching at first, gazing warily at the hand, she relaxed, allowing the teen to rub the small pleasure spot. Her head bobbed and she sighed in content.
Bob looked to Amy, again for her approval. He could see she had already fallen smitten with the mare.

Bob nodded slowly, glancing from one horse to the either. He could tell Amy had fallen for the mare, and though it was not a reason for him to buy the mare, he couldn't help but feel drawn towards the beautiful equine himself.
After a few minutes he gave a crisp nod.

"I'll take the mare." Bob said aloud, a slow smile spreading over his face.
The seller grinned a crooked smile and stepped forward.
"She's a handful, but she's worth it." The seller said as he disappeared into the backroom. He returned with a bundle of papers. Bob felt excitment stirring in him. A horse, of his very own! Thoug he had not given the horse a test ride, he knew she was coming from a reliable source, and if problems occoured, they could be easily solved.
He grinned to himself as he carefully signed the forms, an took the slim bundle of papers with various details concerning the horse on them. After a short conversation with the seller, mostly concerning the money issue, Bob stepped into the mare's pen.
The mare eyed him, tail flicking a he stepped forward to offer the palm of his hand. After a suspicious sniff, she allowed him to reach up and slip a tattered head collar over her head, and clip the lead into place. She gently head butted his soulder, barging into him lightly as they stepped out the pen.

"All set." Bob beamed at Amy, barely containing the long forgotton excitment. Clucking his tongue, he lead the mare from the barn, watching her skip playfully alongside him, shying playfully at the small, two horse trailer attached to the rear of the Jeep. He waited for Amy to lower the ramp, gently stroking the mare's neck.

The mare clappered a tentive hoof onto the edge of the ramp, leaping sideways at the clatter of metal that rang out. The rope twisted in Bob's hand, as he muremred soft words of encourage, trying to sooth the mare. The equine pranced, crabbing sideways as her eyes rolled lightly.
Giving the horse a moment to calm down, Bob gave a soft cluck of his tongue, leading the mare slowly up the ramp. Twisting away, she skipped sideways up the metal walkway, ears flickering nervously as Bob quitely soothed her. LEading her into the dimly light confines, he tied her up carefully, running a hand down her neck.
"Ok?" He whispered quietly to her. She kicked out, narrowly missing the teen's leg, her eyes still rolling. But she was slightly soothed by the boy, and though shifted restlessly, stood quietly as Bob crept down out of the trailer, and inched the ramp up into posistion.

"Phew. She's quite a girly." Bob smiled softly at Amy as the back of the trailer was tightly bolted. Both teens [sorry for god mode] clambered into the musty smelling cabin of the Jeep, clipping seatbelts into place. Twisting the key in the ignition, the egine started with an unhealthy splutter and cough. Pulling smoothly out of the car park, they set off on the road, heading back home.
"Names. She needs a name." Bob pondered aloud, glancing at Amy, before fixing his eyes on the road ahead.

As the drove slowly and steadily along the twisting road that lead to Tree Top, Bob hummed slightly under his breath. He felt his cheeks warm as Amy shifted closer, but instead of feeling painfully uncomfortable, he relaxed.

"Seventeen." Bob answered in reply to Amy's question, casting a side long glance at the girl who sat alongside him. He pondered on the names, thinking hard. He wanted somethink oringal, that stood out. Considering Amy's own suggestion he thought hard.
"Fluke." He said aloud. Casting another glance to Amy, testing the name on his lips. A fluke she was, finding such a beautiful mare. He turned up into the driveway leading to the yard, driving slowly over the ruts in the track. He heard the shrill whinny of the mare in the trailer, and the returning calss of other Tree Top equines. Carefully manouvering the large vehicle, he parked in the cantre of the yard, swining out of the cab of the Jeep into the bustling atmosphere. Various eyes glanced up at the new arrival as Bob reached up to unbolt the rear of the trailer. He slowly lowered the ramp, reaching up to unhook the rear breach bars. The horse confined whinnied, kicking the metal walls of the box, clattering loudly inside the space, eyes rolling as Bob slipped up beside her head.

Quietly soothing the agitated beast, he slowly lead her down the ramp. She charged forward, standing in the centre of the yard, eye right, edlicate nostrils flaring as she survied her urroundings. Her tail was kinked high as she lifted her head, stamping a hoof to announce her arrival. Bob gave a low whistle beneath his breath.
"She's quite the lady." He said quietly as he lead the mare around the yard, letting her get used to the unfamilar sights and smells of the new atmosphere.