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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Summer had ended and Wendell was quite over the school year. Not because of the classes, but because of the people. Private schools just made people’s personalities worse. His parents left him no choice for it, but he only had one more year before he could get farther from them. But remain close enough to stay on their good side. If he was going to milk them for their money, why not?
He was at the barn today, an excuse to get out of another important dinner. Wendell often used horses or piano as an excuse to get out of things because he knew his parents would never say no. Silly them, being fooled. But Wendell did enjoy his music and his horses. He found silence in riding, making him quite good. His coaches just never fully understood why he didn’t want to push farther by going to clinics. Wendell didn’t want to become Harlow 2.0, and if he wanted to advance – wasn’t about to be screaming at people to help her mount.
Wendell had finished his lesson and practice. He was on his way to change when he saw a young woman with a horse that did not match with her overall… get-up. Not that it was an issue, since there were plenty of people that didn’t look the part.
“That’s quite the horse you have,” he commented. “How long have you had them?”
While sleeping in haylofts were beginning to feel a little old to Sabine Radley, there was no denying that she didn't love just rolling right out of it and into the comfort of one large black horse. In the back of her mind, logically, she should be sleeping more at Dahlia Baker's safe house, at the same time though, it still felt weird to Sabine. The teenager couldn't tell what Dahlia was to her, nor what she was to Dahlia. Was she a surrogate daughter? Or just someone to save? Sabine wasn't sure if she wanted to confront either answer quite yet, and given the familiarity of Blue Arces now along with Iyla occasionally popping up in her life, it felt safer to be here.
None of the adults seemed to pay her any mind, or at least, they hadn't caught onto just how out of place she must look amongst their clientele and thankfully, while Sabine was aware that she was around, she had not run into one Emma Young. There had been a few close calls, closer than the teenager would have liked, where she saw the blonde just around the corner or walking into the barn, and thankfully, every time, just managed to just dodge her. On the occasions that she had run into Emma in the outside world, Sabine had continued to maintain her image as just a moody teenager with a home - here, it might just be a little harder.
But none of that mattered right now as she pulled Echo out of his stall, she had figured out how to put on the halter and lead rope by now, and figured she'd go take him out to graze on some grass or something. Although one look at his black fur suggested something else, "How did you get dirty?" Sabine asked him outloud, and immediately, felt stupid. Horses couldn't talk. Echo couldn't respond. What was it about these large animals that made her think that she could talk to them all Alice in Wonderland style? Shrugging the thoughts off, the teenager lead Echo to where she thought was a place to tie him up and brush him.
Blue green eyes were staring at the brushes in her hands, utterly confused over what she should do with them, when a voice sounded behind behind her: “That’s quite the horse you have,” he commented. “How long have you had them?” Sabine about jumped out of her skin, and her shoes. A whicker escaped the black horse now, as if he suddenly realized that there was someone else with them now. She could have killed Echo, weren't animals suppose to warn you when strangers suddenly appeared? She whipped her head towards the voice now, and found herself staring at another teenager - a boy. A cute boy. A fancy ass cute horse boy. And yet, all what she could do was scowl, "That's none of your business."
And immediately, Sabine regretted her comments. Not because they weren't warranted, but because snapping at someone wasn't going to help her blend in - espeacially snapping at someone who looked like him - all nice with his jodspurs, and shiny boots, and warm pullover with lustrous curls. He probably had a bathroom like the one in harry potter. Unlike her, with her greasy black and green hair, her ripped sweats and baggy sweaters, "Sorry," she grumbled now, "I've had him since...early June." Hopefully he would leave her alone now, and Sabine went back to staring at the brushes in her hands now, muttering to herself, "How does this work...?"
Wendell couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at the change of presentation and tone in the girl’s voice. It was kind of funny as if she was caught doing something that she wasn’t supposed to. Granted, that seems to be a lot of people nowadays. But Wendell never faulted anyone for it. He wasn’t like Harlowe or his parents. Sure, there was a sneaking suspicion – but he just didn’t care enough to follow through.
He had to work hard, stifling in the laughter that almost escaped his chest when she looked at the brush with the eyes of someone who never had to pick up a broom. “Always having someone else prep your horse for you?” It kind of reminded him of how some folks never seemed to have certain bonding moments. The horse was an accessory. There were times he had witnessed his sister prep, but since Ty was in the picture – Wendell had no idea if she ever brushed her horses anymore.
“Well, are you prepping your horse for a ride? Or are you giving them a proper grooming?”
Sabine clocked that boy quirking his eyebrow at her, as if he knew that something wasn't quite right with her, like she didn't belong. Yet, he didn't say anything. No accusations, no digging, no nothing. So either he was playing dumb to win her over to then backstab her or he simply didn't care. Sabine wasn't sure which yet though, which meant the teenager would staunchly be keeping her guard up. No cute boy was getting anything out of her. She thought turning her back on him would get him to leave her alone, as she muddled stupidly over these fucking brushes that secretly weren't hers, but apparently that boy had superhuman hearing as his voice piped up: "Always having someone else prep your horse for you?”
She turned, blue green eyes staring back at him now, uncertain of what to say before figuring, given the people she had witnessed in this barn from up in the hay loft, it was best to just play along, "Yes. I do. Sue me." There. That sounded like one of those fancy ass bitches that floated around. Yet, Sabine felt guilty for being a jerk. This wasn't like dealing with Justin who had waltzed into Safe Haven, or Emma who had accidently smacked her in the face with a football, this was something different and Sabine didn't know what to make of it. Instead, her gaze dropped to the brushes in her hands once more as cute boy asked a follow up question: was she riding or was she grooming?
Given that she didn't want to remotely have any one witness how she did not know how to put stuff on a horse, Sabine opted for the easier answer as she glanced back at him, "Proper grooming...if I can figure it out." Because...how hard could to be to brush a horse? Granted, there were like three brushes there so the teenager felt herself questioning that logic. She continued to stare at the boy now, he hardly looked dirty but the state of his hair gave it away, "I'm Sabine...he's Echo...you are?"
