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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Daemon was bored but he didn't complain or fuss over the fact as he stood in his pen and watched the coming and going of the world outside. It had been weeks since he'd seen his owner, left in this strange place without any familiar faces or smells or sounds. It was confusing, strange, but he didn't kick up a fuss.
Fussing over things seemed like such a pointless thing to do. He bumped his nose over the pen railings and slowly turned in a circle, reaffirming that he was still in the confined space before finding the opening and poking his head out with a curious, soft nicker.
Aside from the casual pats and fleeting attention from the workers, there was no indication he was going to get to work as much as he wanted to. In all honesty, a little more attention would've been nice.
Griffin had told himself he was only here to look. He had a horse that was about to be ready for its own ring. Griffin hadn’t even considered where he would even start boarding now that he had graduated and started his new job. He thankfully lived on some land with his parents, and his horse was happy there for a moment. But like Griffin, the structure was needed. A solid schedule that was not wide open due to the fact he had a lot more time.
Eyes looked over the horses before he landed on a silvery-looking horse. Their main was long and appeared well maintained. Griffin allowed a small smile to cross his lips as he approached. “Hello,” he said, holding out a hand. “What’s a handsome thing like you doing here?” Griffin knew he wouldn’t get a reply, but there was something about talking to a horse. It was almost like those that talked to plants.
"Hello. What’s a handsome thing like you doing here?”
Daemon's ears perked forward, listening the voice. It was gentle and sounded kind, and an offered hand - attention? He moved forward, gently butting his nose against the stranger's hand with a faint, almost curious whinny. He didn't expect anything to come aside from some faint attention, but he was prepared to stay as long as the human was prepared to stay.
He knew enough to know that this wasn't his owner who had left him - the voice was the same, and the awful smell that accompanied them was not present either. No. This human was not covered in whatever it was that humans liked, but the scent was at the least pleasant, as far as Daemon could figure. Perhaps this human was here to work? He would've enjoyed getting out and giving his best effort if the man was willing. He lifted his head slightly, catching sight - blurred as it was - of groom walking by. He whinnied softly, curiously, interested to know if it more attention on the way or not.
“All the attention, huh?” Griff smiled, giving the horse a rub on the cheek before he saw the horse turn his head for a moment. He kept his hand out and put it back on the cheek of the horse. “You like people, don’t you?” That was a good sign. Maybe it was because Griffin knew he would be around people. Again, he was just looking.
But here he was, moving his hand from the cheek and scratching around the neck. Griffin wanted to see how many touches he could get. He managed to see a person walk by. A worker most likely. “Hey,” Griffin called out. “Can you tell me about this one?”
Daemon snorted gently as he relaxed, enjoying the gentle attention he was given, soaking it up. He would've stayed like that until he saw a shape that made him look and call out curiously.
“You like people, don’t you?”
Carefully, he moved back towards the hands that were reaching out for him - why not, right? He was getting attention and he liked that, so he was not about to give that up while ever he was getting that attention.
“Hey,” Griffin called out. “Can you tell me about this one?”
The yard hand stopped in his tracks and turned on his heel, glancing over before smiling and moved over to where they where the young man was standing.
"Ah, yes - Daemon. A sweeter horse I have yet to meet, he's a slightly older horse at fifteen years of age but he's still very soft and light in his steps," the yard hand nodded, "Very gentle and well mannered, experienced and seems to give you everything you ask. We were told he was a dressage horse of good standing, I don't have the paperwork on me, but he was apparently up there. And as you can see, he loves people. Though the only thing I do remember having a flag on was the fact he was dropped here very suddenly, claimed they were no longer interested in him though I find that hard to believe."
Griffin nodded as the salesperson rambled on. It was true, that he couldn’t believe why he was dropped off. Good horses were usually sold off because the owners had lost the honeymoon phase of owning a horse. But Griffin saw it as a sign. While he didn’t need another horse, a second horse wasn’t a bad idea either.
“Does he have any discipline? Open?” Griffin continued to pry. He was already six feet under by coming here, so might as well just keep digging. Griffin returned to giving the horse a cheek scratches and pats.
