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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Odette couldn't believe it. This was the third time this week that she had been summoned to Blue Arce and the young woman was really started to get displeased with these errands. Sure, this errand at gotten her a Pain Au Chocolat from Parker's Pastries which shockingly had rivaled those from her hometown of Chamonix, France, but this was getting ridiculous. Especially after running into Lydia Campbell out in the field just the other day. That girl had actually tried to get away with pretending she didn't exist! Never mind they physically ran into each other. The nerve. Also, the nerve of her mother. She knew how she felt about Lydia now and yet she kept on summoning here like her feelings about possibly running into each other didn't matter.
The young woman vowed to herself that this would be the last errand for a while. She had her own horses to concentrate on and her own riding skills to hone now with new teachers to get her to the competitive level. Maybe that was really the reason behind her mother whisking her off so much - she somehow secretly knew that Odette was doubling back on her promise to not go for glory and greatness. That or it was denial that she and Lydia were never ever getting back together. Maybe that's why now upon arrival at the barn, her mother's phone had been awfully quiet. No texts. Straight to Voice Mail. Nothing.
She waltzed through the barn. Peering in on the arenas, the offices, and even the tack room. Nothing. She was no where. There also appeared to be a lack of help to be found also. It was like they all knew Odette was looking for someone. Sighing, the young woman took to stalls now. Figuring the first horse owner she came upon would be her victim. Before long, she came upon a strawberry roan horse in her stall and besides her was a girl. A girl with a heart shaped face, adorable dimples, and doe like eyes. But Odette was not here to flirt, she was here on a mission, "Pardon," she started now, gently rapping her knuckles on the stall and hoping her thick accent didn't scare her off, "Have you seen Eloise Chapelle? She is my mother and naturally she's gone...how do you say...radio silent since my arrival?"
There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved
thanks aofie!
TWENTY FOUR . PROFESSIONAL RIDER . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
School was really up Nat’s ass the past few days. Not that it was bad or anything, but she was just tired. She was nearing graduation, a lot faster than she thought she was. Plus, New Year's Eve was tomorrow and the classic stress of trying to find an outfit was looming. Yes, she had options, but did she choose the one that had sparkles or the one that wasn’t?
Her exercise with Pippi went well though. The mare took to the jumps like she was born to jump. Maybe it was because the mare could feel her owner not wanting to be tested today, and opted for a smoother practice.
As Nat was prepping Pippi for her early evening, uninterrupted naptime – an unfamiliar voice called out. Nat looked over and saw a young woman, maybe around her age. Thick French accent and quite a determined look on her face? “Ah hello.” Nat had to think hard about the question. Why did that name sound so familiar? “Hmm…is she somewhat short? Always has her hair in a too tight of a French twist?” That wasn’t the nicest decision, but Nat’s brain was far more concerned about the different ways to make an animal vomit than someone’s face.
It would appear that she had caught the young woman off guard with her appearance and question - not that Odette could blame her, she probably just thought the wind down after a ride would be between her and her horse. Green eyes watched as the other woman's face scrunched for a beat, not in a bad way, it looked as if she were really thinking before an answer came: "Hmm…is she somewhat short? Always has her hair in a too tight of a French twist?” Odette blinked, almost startled by the description, before laughter bubbled up from her and escaped - mainly because it was the perfect description, "I think you hit that one right on the nose." She replied, hoping it made some sort of grammatical sense.
Her gaze moved to the red roan mare for a moment, before commenting, "Your horse is quite beautiful - oh! Where are my manners? My name is Odette." The young woman added now, making sure to smile. If her mother's too tight French twist gave off the wrong impression to riders, Odette certainly didn't want to follow suit. Although, she supposed that this girl and the other riders - just like her mother now - were the competition. But Odette wasn't competitive like that, not yet at least, save for one girl, "I have to say, I am quite impressed with how beautiful this barn is too whenever I visit." Now she was getting off topic, which made Odette wonder how secretly lonely she had been since moving to Hickstead with nothing but a mother to keep her company. A bashful look crossed her face now, "I'm sorry. You must be busy and I don't want to babble your ear off. So...you have seen my mother today?"
There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved
thanks aofie!
TWENTY FOUR . PROFESSIONAL RIDER . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
