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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Her teachers were really starting to up the ante at Willow Brooke although Molly Mac'Intosh supposed she shouldn't be so surprised given that there were maybe three months of school left. She couldn't get any studying done in her dorm room at her prestigious school, so the seventeen year old opted for a change of pace and settled for one of the oldest buildings in Willow Bridge City - The Public Library. Molly was feeling pretty good about her chore between the mood lighting, the walls and rows of books, and the smell of old pages. It was just the thing to get herself in the mood of finishing an English assignment on the book Breakfast at Tiffany's.
It was a Saturday morning, so the library was still fairly quiet. There wasn't so much of a peep out of any one, and that was one of the things that made it so nice compared to her dorm room. Molly knew she should remain within the adult area, full with books, newspapers, and other such important things. But her heart yearned for the teen section - after all, they had bean bag chairs! The best kind of chair to type on your laptop with. The teenager stood there for a moment in the grand hall, a battle between an angel and a devil sat on her shoulders. In the end though, the bean bag chairs won out, and Molly made her way.
The teen section was more brightly lit than the main library, but Molly didn't mind that too much. It would also be less occupied too, given that it's target audience was still recovering from a Friday night. She moved along, and soon, made her way over to the bean bag corner and discovered that, well, she wasn't the only teenager in the library. Brown eyes stared, nearly gawking, before shaking her head to recover, "Hi there!" Molly started, "I hope you don't mind, would I be disturbing you if I sat here in the bean bags with you and finished a paper?" Although with company, this might prove to be harder than she thought, but dangit, she wanted her bean bag chair.
Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice with a Dash of Sass
thanks aofie!
SEVENTEEN . STUDENT . RIDER AT BA STABLES . LGBTQ+
She'd been working through the pros of moving to a new school, but here she was sitting in the town library, working through some of the cons. She had wanted to spend the rest of the school year doing correspondence work, but no, she had to attend actual school, she had to make friends with the rest of the horse-crazy people who lived in this horse orientated area!
She had found all the books she needed and made her way to the teen section that she had found before she had even started looking for the books she needed, and had really liked the area, and made herself a nest on a couple of the bean-chairs, knowing that she would need to minimise her space if the space got popular.
In the middle of trying to catch up on her history, she looked up as she heard a voice and gave the girl a smile. "Hi yourself." She returned. "You sitting here would be the opposite of disturbing me." She said with a grin, sitting up a little from where she was lounging. "I'm Azura. Yes, I've just moved here. No, I don't have a horse and no, I'm not interested in them." She grinned and shrugged, as they had been all the normal questions when she had met people at school. "You don't go to Hickstead." She was proud of herself for not calling it Hicksville
Brown eyes watched the girl look up at her now - it occurred to Molly now as she stared at her face, she did not know her. She did not know her from Willow Brooke and while she did not go to Hickstead, thanks to Janie and Oliver, Molly had attended plenty of events there to know the students. This adorable girl surrounded by books and bean bag chairs was not one of their students - at least, she wasn't social enough to attend one of their dances or carnivals.
She supposed it didn't matter though, because the girl gave her permission to seat amongst the bean bags, "Great! Thank you." Molly said with a grin, throwing her bag into one of the bean bags as she dramatically curtsied her greeting before sitting down. The bean bag tried to swallow her whole as she listened to the stranger continue, introducing herself as Azura, stating she did not have a horse nor was interested in them. Laughter bubbled out from Molly now, "Man, you are quite forward. I'm Molly, and I have no horse but I do ride. But thanks for the deets - I'll make sure to not annoy you with that."
Reaching to the next bean bag over, Molly pulled out her mac book, "Anyways, it's a pleasure to meet you, Azura! And you're right, I don't go to Hickstead, but my friends Janie O'Hara and Oliver Deak do if you've met them. I go to Willow Brooke Academy. It's a prep school. So, where did you move from then?" She had quite the accent, Molly was willing to bet London, but she didn't want to jump to conclusions. The girl seemed posh but in a nerdy book worm sort of way.
Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice with a Dash of Sass
thanks aofie!
SEVENTEEN . STUDENT . RIDER AT BA STABLES . LGBTQ+
Azura ducked her head at being called out on her bluntness. "Sorry, it just seems to be the first thing people want to know about me since I arrived." She rolled her eyes with a sigh.
Her brows rose at the information, her work put mentally aside for now, as she sat forward a little. "There's more than one school in Hicksville?" She shrugged at the slip, but didn't bother correcting it as she continued. "There's nothing wrong with my current school, and nope, not names I'm familiar with." Not that she had exactly gone out of her way to make friends, she had no interest in listening to people go on and one about horses, and she really didn't have any interest in finding if they had interests besides horses. And the people that didn't seem to revolve around horses? Well, they were the people in the cliques that she didn't want to join, as she didn't want to ruffle any feathers that would make things difficult for her mother's job. "Move?" She asked with a laugh. "I was dragged, kicking and screaming, from London." She grinned to show that she wasn't being totally serious.
She sat back in her chair, letting the beans shape around her as she shifted her position as she stacked up the school books and then pulled a spiral-bound notebook from her bag and opened it to where she was writing and read through what she had last written, wondering if muse would hit her while she was sitting here, surrounded by the smell of books, but nothing seemed to be floating there, waiting to be grasped as she searched for the muse that had been evading her since the had left the smog of London, and she wonder if her muse was swirling around the damp streets of where they had used to live, scurrying around the corners, following the scent of adventure left behind from the events of time gone by. "How long have you live around here?" She asked as she closed the book and tucked it away again.
