The sweatshirt hit her face and she rolled her eyes then put it back over her head. She smilies at his accusation, him? A breeding stock? She laughed and looked up at him, humor sparking in her eyes.
"First off in your horse form your conformation isn't the greatest, yea you might look pretty and all being a solid white but let me tell you a few things. Your neck is too short and thick, hooves too pancaked out, and tail is a bit thin for a Gypsy banner but I don't know what breed you would be considered. Second, your personality, no one in their right mind would breed a mare to you unless they wanted a ill mannered grade horse. And finally if you had been a breeding stock, you would've at least attempted to attack my dear friend, Rebel over here. In fact I'm pretty sure rebel could produce better foals than you". Brooklyn finished then flashed him a bright smile and Rebel payed his ears back.
She looked over at him, looking him up and down before shrugging. He didn't look like a strange supernatural creature, in fact he looked quite normal. She rubbed her stallion's neck and yawned then leaned back in the saddle.