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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Her teachers were really starting to up the ante at Willow Brooke although Molly Mac'Intosh supposed she shouldn't be so surprised given that there were maybe three months of school left. She couldn't get any studying done in her dorm room at her prestigious school, so the seventeen year old opted for a change of pace and settled for one of the oldest buildings in Willow Bridge City - The Public Library. Molly was feeling pretty good about her chore between the mood lighting, the walls and rows of books, and the smell of old pages. It was just the thing to get herself in the mood of finishing an English assignment on the book Breakfast at Tiffany's.
It was a Saturday morning, so the library was still fairly quiet. There wasn't so much of a peep out of any one, and that was one of the things that made it so nice compared to her dorm room. Molly knew she should remain within the adult area, full with books, newspapers, and other such important things. But her heart yearned for the teen section - after all, they had bean bag chairs! The best kind of chair to type on your laptop with. The teenager stood there for a moment in the grand hall, a battle between an angel and a devil sat on her shoulders. In the end though, the bean bag chairs won out, and Molly made her way.
The teen section was more brightly lit than the main library, but Molly didn't mind that too much. It would also be less occupied too, given that it's target audience was still recovering from a Friday night. She moved along, and soon, made her way over to the bean bag corner and discovered that, well, she wasn't the only teenager in the library. Brown eyes stared, nearly gawking, before shaking her head to recover, "Hi there!" Molly started, "I hope you don't mind, would I be disturbing you if I sat here in the bean bags with you and finished a paper?" Although with company, this might prove to be harder than she thought, but dangit, she wanted her bean bag chair.
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SEVENTEEN . STUDENT . RIDER AT BA STABLES . LGBTQ+
She'd been working through the pros of moving to a new school, but here she was sitting in the town library, working through some of the cons. She had wanted to spend the rest of the school year doing correspondence work, but no, she had to attend actual school, she had to make friends with the rest of the horse-crazy people who lived in this horse orientated area!
She had found all the books she needed and made her way to the teen section that she had found before she had even started looking for the books she needed, and had really liked the area, and made herself a nest on a couple of the bean-chairs, knowing that she would need to minimise her space if the space got popular.
In the middle of trying to catch up on her history, she looked up as she heard a voice and gave the girl a smile. "Hi yourself." She returned. "You sitting here would be the opposite of disturbing me." She said with a grin, sitting up a little from where she was lounging. "I'm Azura. Yes, I've just moved here. No, I don't have a horse and no, I'm not interested in them." She grinned and shrugged, as they had been all the normal questions when she had met people at school. "You don't go to Hickstead." She was proud of herself for not calling it Hicksville