Rooster/Leo and Horse/Libra meet at 62-67%, the cannonball and the courtesan. Rooster/Leo arrives as a moody burst of theatrical weather; Horse/Libra arrives flawlessly dressed, having checked its reflection in every shop window on the way.
The spark is showbiz. Horse/Libra's ambulatory-Versailles beauty is exactly the trophy the Leo in the Rooster wants on its arm, and the Rooster's bad-seed electricity gives the polished Horse a thrill that grooming never provides. Both perform love beautifully; the harder art is meaning it offstage.
Horse/Libra keeps talk graceful and glancing, allergic to ugliness; Rooster/Leo crows, plunges, and swings with the day's mood. Check the mirror before speaking, as the Rooster's own counsel goes; the Horse is usually already at the mirror.
Friction lives in vanity and volatility. The Rooster's gloomy fits offend the Libran need for harmony, and the Horse's cattiness, when provoked, aims precisely at the Rooster's pride. Two performers, one spotlight, nightly negotiations.
Horse/Libra can put substance behind the facade by weathering a real personality instead of an admiring one; Rooster/Leo can learn that non-sexual hugs and a calm audience tame the gloom faster than another crowing match.
At 62-67%, Rooster/Leo and Horse/Libra are workable with effort. Gorgeous together in public; the private show, moods and mirrors included, is the one that decides it.