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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Galaxy 'Alax' Walker knew she was being stupid. She clearly was a glutton for punishment - standing at the sale yard as she leaned on a fence, overlooking a herd of horses for sale. They appeared to pay her no mind as her blue eyes stared out, half watching them, half in a haze. She was new to Hickstead, only a week old in fact, and she needed money before even contemplating a friend. Her boat house was taken care of and parked at the marina, an advance on her slip already paid, but still, she needed work. Thankfully, there appeared to be no shortages of barns to try and find stable hand duties at.
The young woman knew she could never ride a horse again, or perhaps, that was what she believed. After her accident, after it cost a life, with her reckless abandonment - Galaxy had never quite figured out how to sit on a horse again. She got these ugly panic attacks, with an extra dose of anxiety, she could just be sitting there on top of a horse and it would hit her. The pain she had caused, the friendship she had lost, all the memories crashing down on her as to why she ran away and turned into a wandering, restless spirit. At least the accident hadn't robbed her of her ability to muck stalls or groom a horse - she could even lead and lunge without issues - it was just riding that always got her. Thankfully, there was more than one way to work energy out of a horse.
She had zoned out, and a curious horse had finally caught sight of her and took to running at her full speed. Galaxy didn't even flinch, figuring it knew when to stop, her mind still otherwise preoccupied. Sure enough, the horse did come to a stop, did her blue eyes fully clock it. A sickening sensation twisted in her stomach, her heart trying to pound and break her rib cage, the awful feeling of bile rising in her throat. The horse looked like him. Her knuckles where white hot, clutching the fence boarding now as the horse nosed her hand - and that about broke her. The young woman took a step back, no stumbled, and right into someone, "Sorry! I-" she looked at the horse again now, convinced there was a ghost before her, her nerves still hammering away, "I didn't see you." She said lamely now, not wanting to get into anything.
With a little free time on his hands, Nat hadn't wanted to sit around the flat. Not sure what exactly he wanted to do with himself, he was more than a little surprised to find himself at the sale yards, as he really had no intention of buying his own horse - he was happy enough exercising other people 's horses and busy enough working on the grounds of Blue Acres.
He walked around the yards, looking at the different horses, wondering the history of some and seeing that others were going to be a lot of work to whoever took them home. Not that he was an expert on horses or anything. If he was going to buy a horse, he guessed that he'd want to get one of the ones who looked like they would be troublemakers... afterall, he'd handled his twin as they grew up, couldn't be that different from handling a horse, right?
He caught his balance when someone stumbled into him and placed his hands on her arms to make sure she had her feet under her. "Its not a problem, Ma'am" He assured her with a soft smile, concerned by her pale complexion. "Are you okay?"
Whomever Alax had bumped into, they had been kind enough to place their arms around her to make sure she didn't pitch forward and fall in the dirt. It was rather embarrassing to say the least. But the young woman wouldn't let that get to her, there were more important things to do than die from embarrassment. Once she felt good on her feet, and the stranger assumed the same, their hands dropped and her blue eyes looked up at them now. It was a young man, giving her a soft reassuring smile. It made her want to groan. And here she just thought she had better things to do than die.
Between him and the innocent horse, her heart was still jackrabbiting in her ribcage. Bouncing all over the place. This just wasn't her day. Alax had wished she knew what had taken ahold of her to think that she could come to the sale yard, "It's fine. I'm fine," Alax said now, uncertain of whom she was really reassuring. A whinny from where she just came caught her attention, and the young woman dared to look over her shoulder at the paint horse. It was still staring at her, with those dark amber liquid eyes boring into her soul. A moment passed, and then the horse turned and ran off in its small pasture, "I thought I saw a ghost..." Her gaze retuned to the stranger now, "I'm Alax." She offered stupidly, "I think I've seen you before...do you groom at the horse shows?"
Nat's eyebrows rose in question as the woman insisted that she was fine, and sounding about as convincing as his sister when she was in a mood, though he didn't press the matter. He followed her gaze to the horse again, and looked back at woman as she spoke again. "I'm Nat." He replied with a smile, which turned into a grin at the mention of horse shows. "Well... technically, I had signed up as an exercise rider for Blue Acres, but when asked if I wanted to accompany the riders to the show, I couldn't say no." And going as a groom and runner, let him know that he had no intention of ever actually competing.
He glanced back at the horse, thinking about her earlier words. "Was the ghost you thought you saw a friendly one?" Yeah, bad joke - the movie wasn't even that memorable - but he still wasn't sure she was as fine as she said she was.