Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Brooklyn Hazelton abandoned her family, growing tired with their endless shopping for new school clothes when the start of the school year was still a mere month away. She couldn't believe that she had been dragged away from hanging out with Twilight for this. Still, not all was lost. This gave her the chance to explore the town of Hickstead, sadly on foot verses bike, but at least this way, the fifteen year old couldn't exactly rush past anything. No, this way, she would be able to see -- wait, was that the ocean she heard? Brooklyn remembered something about the orders suggesting that Hickstead was considered a seaside town. And no sooner did that thought cross her mind, she saw a post with an arrow pointing that the Pier was dead ahead.
And just like that, the teenager took off running down the sidewalks towards the pier, still missing everything as she ran by. Well, other than that Starbucks. Note to self, there's Starbucks Brooklyn thought to herself as the downward slope caused her to pick up speed as she dodged around stuffy English people. She didn't care though. While the day didn't have Twilight, the fifteen year old was beginning to have a good feeling about it. Why? She wasn't sure, it was just something in her gut. Her feet came to a grinding stop as she made it onto the Pier now, with concrete turning into a boardwalk.
"Oh, this is so cute!" she exclaimed, literally to nobody but herself. Brown eyes drunk everything in the Pier, from the amusement part off in the distance (that she would so have to check out) to the little shops and carts that were about. It also looked like there was a very fancy restaurant that was certainly not up her alley. On this hot summer day though, Brooklyn was feeling ice cream and luck would have it, she had some English pounds on her to cover it. Not five minutes later did she have a large cup of vanilla ice cream with coffee and caramel to nourish. She was walking down the board walk when she caught sight of a girl milling about, which was nothing too extraordinary, however the thing in her hand was. Brooklyn ran over now, "Oh. My. God. Is that Pony Magazine in your hands? I love them," and she definingly stressed that, and felt the need to surge on ahead, "I'm Brooklyn, American fresh across from the pond." As if her accent didn't give that away.
Laugh it off and let it go and when you wake up it will seem so yesterday
thanks aofie!
Fifteen . High School Student . LGBTQ+ . Single Seven Oaks Saddle Club
With Summer break in full swing, Emma found it odd to have so much free time. Her horses deserved the day off after an intense competition the past weekend - as always they came home with something to learn.
She forced herself out of the house, taking with her the newest edition of Pony Magazine in her bag. Naomi and Quinn were busy with the twins and Cara had taken Ky to the park - leaving Emma on her own. After packing a few snacks and a big bottle of water, she headed towards the bus stop. The blonde teenager got on the bus, which arrived shortly after she got there. Putting her headphones in her ears, she listened to music while the bus drove along to the beach.
At the right time, she pulled the string - signaling to the driver that she wanted the bus to stop. She swung her bag over her shoulders and stepped off the bus once it stopped. Emma sighed, pulling the magazine out of her bag and began reading it - heading down the boardwalk as she glanced at the pictures. She seemed to be deep in thought when she heard a voice over her music. Emma pulled the headphone closest to the voice out of her ear. "Yes? It's the newest edition. I saw who was on the cover and had to buy it." There was finally a German rider on the cover - she usually didn't read them. "And I'm Emma. Wow! Finally someone else new around here. Did your parents make you move here or something?" Hickstead would sound super boring to anyone from the States - there wasn't much going on usually.
It seemed to take the young woman a moment or two to notice her and register that she was being talked to, but Brooklyn didn't mind. She knew herself that if she had been reading the latest edition of Pony Magazine, she'd be ignoring the rest of the world also. Brown eyes watched as the Blonde pulled out wireless ear buds now, which made the lag in a response even more reasonable now. Although, all of this waiting had the fifteen year old practically wanting to bounce out of her skin - she was just so excited to meet another horse girl, or, well, assumed horse girl that is.
"Ah yes! Lotta Beckmanns, right? I hear here and her pony made it to the German Youth Rider's Pony Squad A," Brooklyn said now, thrilled to be able to show off her knowledge and, perhaps, obsession. There wasn't a rider that she didn't know about, or at least, she liked to think she knew everyone there was in the horse world - no matter the nationality. The blonde had an accent, one that felt a little diluted as if it were a mix of United Kingdom and something else...German? Maybe that's why she had been so interested in the cover photo. Either way, Brooklyn now had a name to the face: Emma, "Well. It's a pleasure to meet you Emma. And yeah, my parents dragged me here because of their work, but military brat, so I am kinda used to it by now. Although...this is my first time overseas. Are you from around here?"
The fifteen year old took another good look over Emma now, but she didn't recognize her from Seven Oaks and she looked a year or two older than her, which meant by Brooklyn's understanding, they would not be in high school or 'secondary school' as she understood it. "Do you ride? I'm just starting at Seven Oaks," Brooklyn commented now, eagerly watching the blonde now for some hint of added equestrian vibe.
Laugh it off and let it go and when you wake up it will seem so yesterday
thanks aofie!
Fifteen . High School Student . LGBTQ+ . Single Seven Oaks Saddle Club
Emma flipped to the next page, half listening to the conversation from the newcomer and half reading about Lotta and her pony. It was interesting to read about how she had trained her pony to do the pony hunter classes - competing in the States seemed to be a different world from what she had read about it so far. “Yeah, I just read that too. I had a pony myself, but I wasn’t a good rider then.” Her foster family was more of the backyard riding for fun type - now that she lived at Blue Acres - she was introduced to competing.
She continued reading as Brooklyn explained why she had moved, from her accent she could tell that the other teen was from America. “Well, that’s a far move. Were you excited about the move before you left?” Emma had a sad and tragic reason for leaving Germany as a child, though she couldn’t remember it clearly. “No, I was born in Germany but I’ve lived in Hickstead for a few years now.” The blonde really didn’t want to get into how her father had killed her mother, leaving her in foster care.
The teen flipped the page again, smiling at the sight of the pony and its rider - reminding her of her days with Lola. “Yes, I do ride. I’m at Blue Acres though. Do you have your own horse or do you lease one?” Emma didn’t really feel like bragging about how she lived on the property, it wasn’t really her style.
Brooklyn must have been jabbering on some nonsense because it almost looked like the blonde girl was only half paying attention to her, given her flip to the next page where said article on Lotta Beckmanns and her pony was. The fifteen year old didn't mind too much though, she often liked to think of herself as laid back (other would disagree) and not one of those people who needed the undivided attention of others (only when it came to horses). Now that Emma had finished the article now, her blue eyes locking with Brooklyn's brown eyes. For a moment, she almost thought she felt something, but then batted it away the second the word pony was mentioned, "Oh? Would you say that you're a good rider now?"
She was immediately intrigued even more, but figured she should pump the breaks. After all, Brooklyn was here to make friends and not conduct Army Intelligence grade interrogations. Although, if she had pulled that off, maybe her father would be proud. The question prompted her to think for a moment, "Yeah, I think I am excited to be here. Something new. It's our first time being posted overseas. Prior to that, all of my Dad's jobs took us to places in the states." Brooklyn had long since gotten used to moving around, her younger sister, not so much. But as far as the fifteen year old was concerned, that didn't matter too much to her, "Ooo Germany? I admit - I am hoping we go there next. There's a base in Frankfurt I believe. I'm sure it's not as flashy as Berlin or Munich, but I bet it would improve my riding." After all, Germany always seemed to be the country to beat in the Olympics, with Great Brittan being a close second. Gosh, maybe she was talking too much about herself now, "Do you like it here?"
It seemed it might have been that way as Emma went to flipping through the magazine again now, her gaze on the pages as she smiled to herself like she had a secret. Brooklyn felt herself rather intrigued, like she was being pulled into this girl's world. It was far more exciting to learn that Emma did confirm that she rode, unfortunately, just not at the stables that she would hope, "Oh. Blue Arces, huh? You're the second girl I've met now who rides there." And so far, no girls at Seven Oaks. They must be hiding from her. No, it was summer time, and summer vacation. Surely that would change once fall came around, "Yes! Well, my horse is finishing up quarantine. He's a mustang. So for now, I'm doing a month lease on one of Seven Oaks horses until Twilight is cleared. What about you?"
Laugh it off and let it go and when you wake up it will seem so yesterday
thanks aofie!
Fifteen . High School Student . LGBTQ+ . Single Seven Oaks Saddle Club
Emma was used to people talking her ear off at the barn. She was a happy multitasker - almost done reading the article that had first gained her attention. "Yeah, I mean I wouldn't say I'm the best. There is always something to learn. What about you?" Emma knew better than to be cocky - even the best professional riders took lessons and were constantly learning new tips and tricks.
"That's fun! I've never been overseas yet. How is it like living on the army base?" The young teen had often wondered what it was like living on one - she was someone who had always lived in a city or town. Emma finished reading the article and gently placed it back on the shelf. "Frankfurt is a bit boring to be honest. Lots of posh business people but Munich is great. That's where I was born." She could only remember one Frankfurt trip with her mother, but she was still quite young. "I do enjoy it here. There are a lot of things to do around here if you know where to look." Emma honestly spent most of her time at the barn - having three horses kept her busy enough on top of school.
The teen nodded - she would have known if the other teen rode at Blue Acres. "Who else have you met that rides there? I've gotten to know a lot of them over the years." People had come and gone from the barn, but there were a few familiar faces that had been there for years. "Oh fun. What kind of riding do you and Twilight do? I have three horses. Dakota, Vienna and Kai." It was fun juggling the three horses, especially during the Summer when she didn't have school.
