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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Sabrina was surprised that she hadn’t been asked if she was a witch yet, for the day. Granted, it was also only the afternoon right now – so there was plenty of time for the comparison. She wasn’t against it, if anything it was a nice little joke and game on how many people asked if she was indeed a witch. It also didn’t help that her horse was black…and was also named Lucifer.
Lucifer was unfortunately ill at home – so Sabrina was stuck riding one of her friend’s horses in her jumping class. Being the kind person she was, she walked the horse to get washed off. There were a few lovely mud puddles – and Sabrina didn’t like the idea of the horse being crusted for his owner.
As she was hooking up the gelding, Sabrina felt this odd energy shoot at her. The older girl turned to see Brooklyn walking, or was stomping? Either way, it was about to be a real treat of a conversation. “Uh..hey Brooklyn. What’s got you in a tizzy today?” Sabrina started, grabbing a comb.
Brooklyn Hazelton could not believe her eyes when she had been coming back from a class trail ride. Given that her own horse was recovering from a hoof absest, Seven Oaks had befitted her with one of their school. The fifteen year old had been feeling rather confident on the young mare, but she still was no Twilight. All thoughts of horses vanished though when she caught sight of Ronan Slade near the front of the barn, wishing farewell to a girl, a girl who oddly looked like Sabrina Kita-Ledor.
Brown eyes squinted as she stared at them the closer the trail group got to the barn, trying to figure out what was going on. And while Brooklyn may be fifteen and starting to discover these weird feelings about boys, the teenager had watched enough movies to know what was going on. And that didn't please her at all. If dark clouds could become miniaturized and hang over her head, they certainly would be flying all over her now. The class leader nor teacher seemed to notice that chatty Brooklyn Hazelton suddenly got quiet as they stopped to dismount now.
As she slid off Skye, she noticed that Sabrina and Ronan were gone now. But that didn't shake the unbelievable hauty and huffy anger that Brooklyn felt herself feeling. She wasn't sure on how she felt about it, other than she needed to cool off: "Brooklyn. Please give Skye a good wash before you put her out to pasture. Looks like the two of you managed to get more muddy than the rest of us." Great. Just great. Her gaze tore away from the empty parking lot now to look back at Mr. White (she honestly wasn't who was who yet other than their last name), "Sure. I can do that."
Well, she had thought to herself that she wanted to cool off, "Let's go, Skye," Brooklyn muttered to the mare now as she lead her away. Stopping by the tacking station, the teenager made quick work at pulling off Sky's saddle and bridle, switching out for the halter and leading her away to the wash stall. Her mood from what she witnessed continued to following her, but Skye didn't seem to mind. The mare knew her work was done for the day, and a bath was all that was stood between her and the pasture. As she lead the mare into to next wash stall, she heard a voice asking her what was wrong, "I saw Ronan with-" but Brooklyn stopped dead in her tracks, realizing now the voice belonged to neither of her two newly made friends.
Looking over, it belonged to the very girl whom she had just saw minutes earlier, "Oh. Sabrina. You're here." Brooklyn commented flatly now, uncertain what was going on with herself. Why did a boy matter this much to her? This was dumb, "Nothing's wrong." She replied now, but it was hard to not side eye the older teenager now, given that Brooklyn was just dying to know what was going on between her and Ronan Slade.
Sabrina lifted an eyebrow and looked at Brooklyn, clocking the weird change of tone and presentation. “You know you’re lying, right?” There was a bit of a teasing tone in her voice, but Sabrina was entertained now. Even though they weren’t that different in age – there was something about Brooklyn’s desire for the theatrics of it all – was entertaining, to say the least.
“You get rejected? Possible boy trouble?” Sabrina asked, running the comb over Lucifer’s neck. Maybe the questions were too prying, but there was something about teens of both genders having some drama over their desired people. Who knows, it could’ve been something completely different. But Sabrina was banking on Brooklyn to ramble on to fill in the details.
Sabrina Ledor-Kita appeared to be all knowing like the weird witchy aura that she sometimes gave off since the other teenager pulled a no bullshit card on her: "You know you're lying, right?" Brooklyn could feel herself hold in her breath, trying to be reasonable on how to deal with this situation. Her thoughts racing a little bit as she gently eased Skye back into the wash stall, glad that she at least had the grey mare to distract her gaze, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Sabrina. I am perfectly fine." Ughs, so lame. What a lame response and not remotely cool. Especially since she was stuck by the other teenager now, with no where to go.
She also didn't get why the older teenager was prying all of the sudden - although maybe her sudden change in attitude was all what had been needed to perk Sabrina's curiosity. Brooklyn could have handled the whole situation a lot better, she knew that. Yet, these feelings of jealousy, and not knowing what was really going on with Ronan Slade - after all, she thought he had been single, had been bubbling up in her. Turning on the hose to a gentle water stream, Brooklyn pointed it at Sky's hooves now to get the mare used to the water and the idea that she was about to get washed. Maybe she could handle this. And then Sabrina Ledor-Kita's words floated over the wash stall now: "You get rejected? Possible boy trouble?"
Brooklyn found herself sucking in her breath one more, tempted to aim the water over the wash stall as an accident to spray Sabrina and her horse, but the fifteen year old thought better of it. She would not be a bitch like some of those other barn girls, and she certainly wouldn't endanger a fellow rider and her horse simply because she felt catty. If the older girl was going to dig though, Brooklyn felt the need to dig right back, "I was coming back from my ride, and I saw the boy I liked with someone." It felt like just enough, but not enough to give anything away - Brooklyn didn't trust anyone outside of Cali and the Tom Boy with specific names quite yet, "If you must know, that is."
She still didn't know how the older girl made it back to the stables before her though, if she had been with Ronan. Unless she had left Lucifer in the cross ties when she went to go say goodbye, and unlike Brooklyn, knew the in's and out's of Seven Oaks. Once Skye was fully wet, Brooklyn cut the water and stepped out of the wash stall to grab the shampoo and brown eyes looked to Sabrina and her black Hanoverian now, "Did you have a good ride?" Brooklyn poked now, wondering if it would shed light on whether it had been with Ronan.
She lifted her eyebrows at the statement made to her. Sabrina, like most teen girls – knew that feeling all too well. But she wasn’t about to disclose that information. Only a few people knew about Sabrina’s infatuation with Jamie. And she had thankfully surrounded herself with the right people that didn’t leak anything out. Even though her sister, Piper, adored drama – she wasn’t the person to start it.
Sabrina tested the water temperature, and once it felt right – began giving Bingo a start wash. “My lesson was tough, but it was good. Bingo here, thankfully, is used to my antics. Lucifer has been sick – so I couldn’t ride him today like I usually would.” The gelding seemed to like the attention, and the compliment – nudging her shoulder as she brought the hose up his neck. “Trying to get more comfortable a bit higher before the new show season.”
“What about you? Did you have a trail ride or a lesson?” she asked, soaking Bingo’s mane.
