Brooklyn heard the words again. They were in her head and she wanted them out she would not go insane, she refused to. She watched the stallion, stance ready as he circled around her as if lunging but there was something behind the action.. No horses would lounge just cuss they wanted to, no he was circling her, stalking her as if she was some kind of prey. When the stallion stopped and seemed to challenge her to tame him she snickered, she would never waste her time taming a stallion who's manners are that poor. When the white horses reared up and struck at her she moved to the side quickly incase he was actually trying to hit her. "If you think I will waste my time trying to tame you, your wrong, you cannot be forced to do something you don't want to. Therefore I don't want a ill mannered stallion like you at my stables." Brooklyn said in a matter of fact voice and brought a whistle out of her pocket and blew it as hard as she could.
When her breath ran out she slipped the whistle into her pocket. The clopping of hooves echoed down the streets and Rebel trotted over to her. Rebel placed in place, afraid of the larger horse. Brooklyn leaned to Rebels ear and whispered into it then grabbed his reins. She was done with the horse and in her mind, she had won. Rebel bobbed his head impatient and Brooklyn raised her leg to mount. She really did want to go home and work with the rest of her horses though, it has been a very long day and she was tired.