He grinned at her comment of being able to see an upcoming racer. It was true that Ice would race soon. He listened as she introduced herself and her horse.
"I'm Scott and this is Ice."
He patted her on the neck as she just about jogged on the spot, her neck arched as he kept her on the bit to make sure she wouldn't run off. Her ears were back in a warning to the other horse that she wasn't about to be distracted from what she has to do.
"She's not perfect, still needs a bit of work. Especially on her social skills."
He laughed as he added the last bit but a stamp from Ice's front hoove against the sand made him stop and mumble an opology to her that was accompanied by a pat on the neck.

Ice tossed her head quite rudely and snorted disapprovingly. She didn't like this standing around, talking. She wanted to keep moving, this was boring. And she doesn't like being bored!
"Keep still you silly horse."
Scott told her with a firm but friendly voice that wasn't angry at all, just warned her not to be too silly.
"Your horse seems to have more manners though."
He said with a smile, he didn't really know that much about horses that weren't bred for sprinting around a track as fast as they possibly could. He understood thoroughbreds more than most people did and could get them to do just about anything he wanted but he wasn't that great with eventing and the other types of horses used for that.

Ice bared her teeth at th eother horse when it snorted at her, the foul creature. Ice was more important than she would ever be. Well, that was her thoughts on the matter anyway.
"She's only three, will be racing for the first time in a week or so. Depends whether they will let her or not."
He smiled as he watched Ice's behaviour, he wouldn't let her do anything to harm the other horse but she could threaten it if she wanted.
"They always have something against my horses. Too spirited for them."
They always say that his horses are dangerous, but they're not. You just needed to know how to handle them and he's finally found a jockey that listened to him carefully and did exactly as he asked. Which made the hroses listen to him.

Ice half reared, wanting to strike out at the other horse and she would have too if Scott didn't force her back down. He backed her up a bit, so that the two horses were out of each other's reach. Ice looked clearly unhappy with the whole thing and looked almost like she was sulking.
"No, I'm not a jockey. Just the trainer and owner of the horses. Was a jockey one, but never again."
He had had a bit of a bad accident with one of the races that he had been in and so he couldn't race anymore. Even if he wanted to. But he would never want to do it again, every time he was on a track the memories came back to him.
Most people in the racing business knew about it and respected him before he was still alive and still rode horses, even if it wasn't in races. His stirrups were rather long for someone who was riding a racehorse too but he couldn't have it much shorter.
"I do have a good jockey though. He seems to understand the horses enough not to want to force them to do things. And he at least listens to my instructions."
Ice pawed at the ground but Scott just ignored her, she was just being really silly now. There was no need for her to do what she was doing.

He knew thatIce's behavious was rather bad but it was probably his fault. She was having extra feed so that he could make sure she couldn't hurt her joints too easily and ruin her career and she had skipped a day or two of training because of being slightly lame in one leg. She did have rather a lot of energy today.
He smiled and turned, he might as well go now and get his ill-behaved horse out of the public eye before rumours got too far and she wasn't allowed in the race.