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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[attr="class","character-lavender-content"] Oooooo she was so fucking mad, "Can you believe that boy, Barb?" A snort escaped her quarter horse, the grulla mare was clearly in agreement with her, "We'll show him." Funny enough, Bailey Gallagher couldn't entirely remember what she had just been fighting about with Ronan Slade just a mere half an hour ago, but what's done is done. They both laid down their gauntlets and neither one of them was going to chicken out - that much was made clear. The teenager was going to have to think this over - leave it to her to start a rubble with some of the Seven Oaks teenagers...okay, one teenage, but still! Shit didn't matter though, she was going to win.
Apparently Bailey had a lot on her plate all of the sudden, there was a whole lot of sneakin' going on in her life now. After all, she caught that boy in her parents' cow barn. Now she had this midnight team duel that she had to recruit for, and supposedly, the police department was going to breathe new life into the old fire investigation - caught new evidence or something like that. Well, the latter didn't really affect Bailey, but the rest did. She didn't know much about Regan, but his arrival may mean that she may loose her status as the baby in h the family, and honestly, Bailey didn't know how she felt about that. Guess it didn't matter much, knowing her parents, she was going to end up with a new sibling and she wasn't going to be a total bitch about it. Maybe.
"Barb, who you think we should recruit?" She asked now, thinking outloud as the mare plodded out of the woods and through the meadow now. They wouldn't be too far from Blue Arces now - as the meadow would give way to Naomi Clarke's land soon enough, "Well shit - if Ronan gets those twins, we have to get Jamie. Maybe Piper would defect, she rides here sometimes. And Sage? Shit, I bet none of them can sit in a western-" Bailey broke off now, and Barb's ears perked up. Someone was coming over the peak of the meadow now, and even the distance, that sooty palomino mare was all that was needed for identification, "Izadorah Floorez!" Her twang really butchered the girl's name, but shit, fuck if she cared. Bailey dropped the reins so she could wave wildly at the girl to catch her attention, "It's Bailey Gallagher!"
Izzy was finally finished her final exams, wanting nothing more than a nice quiet trail ride with Queenie. She was looking forward to a quiet, drama free summer - focusing her time on working at Helping Hooves when they needed her.
She arrived at the barn, wanting Queenie to be outside as long as possible to enjoy the warm sunny day. The brunette walked into the barn, picking up the chocolate palamino's leather halter and lead rope set from her stall door and headed outside to the mare paddock. Queenie stood out like a sore thumb in the mix of multicolored horses - being the only chocolate brown colored one. She whistled to the mare, who lifted her head and trotted over to the gate. Izzy pulled a mint out of her pocket and gave it to the mare before sliding the halter over her face and doing up the clip - leading her towards the barn now.
About twenty minutes later, the mare was tacked up in Western gear and ready to hit the trails. She put her phone in her pocket and tucked her hair back under her ear, putting an AirPod into her ear before she picked her playlist. Queenie huffed as Izzy double checked the girth and mounted up - putting her left foot in her stirrup before getting herself in the saddle and sliding the right foot in the stirrup. Izzy nudged the mare forward, walking on as soon as her rider asked. It was nice to feel the warm air after being stuck inside a stuffy classroom.
A voice called out to her and she immediately recognized it. "Bailey...always a pleasure to see you and Barb. What brings you to the trail today?" She knew Bailey from the local competitions - there was always something up the young woman's sleeve. "What have you two been up to lately anyway? I feel like I haven't seen you all winter."
[attr="class","character-lavender-content"] Unlike some of the other guys and gals at Blue Arces, Isidora Flores did not immediately turn the other way when she caught site of Bailey, she stayed put and kept on walking towards her. Perhaps one could argue that Izzy was on her way out of Blue Arces while Bailey was on her way back in to Blue Arces as part of the reason. But, quite frankly, that seemed silly. She pulled Barb up short now, halting her gurella mare as the other pair drew within non-shouting distance now and stopped. A snort escaped Bailey's mare, as if she were debating of making an ugly show or not, before setting down, "Why - I am just enjoying the sunshine. It does loads for my skin."
Bailey wore a big ass smile, nearly fluttering her eyelashes as she spoke, pretending to soak up the sun. Of course though, the teenager was on a mission, a mission of opportunity now that the two girls stood there with their mares, "Well Izadorah, funny you should ask, I was kinda wonderin'," and boy, did Bailey put on a show as her dark eyes glanced over Izzy's full body now, eyeing that saddle, "How good you are at keeping that ass in a western saddle. Now, I know you do cross trainin which is why I ask - those english saddles are awfully slippery." It dawned on Bailey, that Isidora Flores could have a temper, so maybe it was best to be a bit more polite in her reasoning, "I ask, and because you asked, is that I just finished havin' some fightin words on the trail and I'm looking for beer pong teammates...with horses, if you catch my drift."
