(In case you're confused where the setting is, it's actually in a human atmosphere, inside a house that's big as a mansion, yet with a homey glow and look to it. Upstairs, it's different. The hallway is a pale, baby green color, and the rooms are WAY different, since each horse has a room of it's own.)

Part 2: Meeting the horses part 2

Her beauty was just… stunning.

She had a creamy-cornbread colored coat with a snowy-white mane and tail, gray around her ankles, hocks, and lips. Her eyes were a brilliant blue color, like Rain's, but the color was more pronounced and rich. Her hooves were a grayish color, and quite small and dainty, her fore-hooves in front of the other. Her coat shined and her mane and tail sparkled, and it seemed like a thin, white haze was around her. Wow!

Spirit gawked at her, wide eyed and speechless.

Rain let out a growl and glared at Spirit, jealous. She was starting to be unable to put her fore-hooves in front of each other like she used to be able to do, so Spirit could get a eyefull of her. She shook her creamy-yellow mane, hoping to get his attention; it always did. But he just kept staring.

The young mare smiled sweetly at him. And angelic smile. That had an impact.

Spirit gasped and immediately bowed, making Rain nip his flank.

But the mare's expression and pose was normal, not seeming affected by this.

All the stallions stare at her all the time, Rain calculated. So that's probably why she's not showing off.

"Hello," the mare began. Her voice was a bit of a low pitch, but calm, beautiful, and soft.

Spirit snapped back to attention, not gawking anymore, and stood with his head held high, trying to sort of show off his pretty coat.

Rain growled again, glowering at Spirit still.

The mare continued, "My name is Angel-"

"That's perfect!" Spirit interrupted her before he knew what he was doing. He gasped, realizing what he said. He mentally smacked himself in the head, shutting his eyes tightly. Damn! Damn, damn, damn! I sounded like a love-struck yearling! He blushed, embarrassed.

But Angel just let out a little, amused laugh, still not affected. "It's alright, I get it all the time." She smiled sweetly.

Spirit grinned a little, making Rain glower even more.

"Anyways, what I was trying to say is my name is Angel, but a few of my girlfriends call me Biscuit," she finished.

Spirit nodded eagerly, just staring at her pale coat, when all of a sudden his gaze was broken when a huge, black wall blocked his view.

Spirit started, opening his eyes wide, coming back to reality, then saw what the "wall" really was: a big and tall, quite muscular for a mare, black mane with a longish, jet black mane and tail, with a white color around her hocks and knees, as well as a short, thin, whitish blaze, and a red halter. She had a silver earring on her right ear, and on her left nostril. What really startled him was her eyes. They were narrowed to slits, fiery and green. Not to mention that she looked like she wanted to kill him.

Spirit gulped. "Err, hello?" But his voice came out in a squeak.

The black mare smirked at him. "Hi," she replied in a haughty, unfriendly tone. Her voice was deep and sounded boyish. "The name's Belle." Then she stepped toward him.

Spirit almost fell back on his bottom from how quickly he scrambled backwards in fear.

The dark-colored mare, now known as "Belle", smirked again. She looked him up and down, then gave him a crooked frown and a glare. "Hmm, you're Spirit, right?" She asked him. "The stallion who's famous for his movie? His only movie?" She smirked.

That made him angry. He immediately stood proud. "Yes, I am," he answered in a proud tone. He noticed many of the horses perking their ears.

But Belle did not seem impressed. She scoffed. "Hmm," she took a step toward him, so that their muzzles were just inches from touching, and she glared quite hard at him.

Spirit gulped. He had to admit, her glare was more hateful than his, and he found himself becoming fearful all over again. She was big as him, possibly almost an inch taller, and just as muscular as him. He could tell she was probably the emo type, due to the nose ring and another earring only on one ear, and her forelock hanging in her eyes and her mane being messy and a little spiky.

"Well," she began, in a very deep, threatening tone so that only he could hear. "Stay away from my sister, or else…" She then snickered. "… The results will not be pretty."

Spirit gulped. "Y-Yes ma'am." He then immediately knew that was the wrong thing to say.

Belle flattened her ears and nipped his neck sharply, getting a 'Ow!' from Spirit. "And don't call me ma'am!"

Spirit backed away.

Belle gave a satisfied not, then walked away with Angel to her right, who looked back at Spirit, sending him an apologetic look, then looked forward as her sister took her to God-knows-where in the house.

Spirit's breaths came out short and quick. Rain came to his side and starting primping at his mane to comfort him.

The dark bay stallion with the light brown muzzle and hind socks approached them. "Don't worry," he told them in a encouraging tone, his voice sounding more mature than he looked, "She's like that will all stallions and newcomers. She's never really hurt anybody, but don't underestimate her." He winked. "She has that halter on for a reason," he kidded.

Spirit tried to chuckle, but didn't feel that much better.

"The name's Jake, by the way," the stallion smiled.

Spirit cleared his throat, trying to stand taller rather than looking like a wimp. "It's good to know you, Jake," he complimented the stallion, his voice breaking a little. "At least there's someone else who's name actually fits them."

Jake chuckled and stepped aside, a mare joining them.

She was a white mare with unique, dark chocolate-brown pinto markings, her mane styled, her forelock as long as it was and stylishly hanging over her right eye, and the color was quite rich with a bronzy shine to it, as well as her tail which was stylish too, and a bit wavy, and her eyes were a greenish-orange color.

She gave Spirit a smile. "Hello. My name is Katie." Her voice had a high-ish soprano tone to it, but it was also sweet.

"'Katie'," Rain tested the name, rolling her eyes around. "I like it." She smiled, meeting Katie's gaze. "It suits you."

"Why, thank you!" Katie smiled wider. It was clear she liked to smile.

Jake started to walk to another room, his gait fitting his body shape.

Quarter Horse, Spirit guessed, watching him.

Katie followed him, her steps high and stylish.

Tennessee Walking Horse, definitely. Spirit grinned. Those two, besides Billy and Angel, seemed quite normal and nice.

"Hello?" Came a female voice. It was probably behind the hallway, where the two foals came from, since they looked that way. "What's going on in here?"

And when the yearling mare Spirit saw stepped out into view, he all of a sudden felt a fatherly protectiveness for her wash over him, the kind of feeling he had toward Shila, his daughter, and his breath caught.