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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Leo clapped his hands together and let out a breath onto them, trying to find some source of heat against the unusual cold of the April morning. He wasn't for this - the cold - he preferred heat, and warmth and sun. Summer boy through and through. At least he had a full diary of lessons for the day which would keep him going. He'd ridden his early, much to his own displeasure at being up that time, but at least they were out in the field and their beds were done for the day, ready for their coming in later.
He grabbed his coat from the gate post and slipped it on, zipping it up and feeling a little less of the chill as he milled about, waiting for Othello. He remembered the name, and so he was pretty sure it was the same kid he'd met a few weeks previously. He was looking forward to having a lesson with him and seeing what the young lad was made of.
Dice roll
Odd number - lesson goes poorly Even number - lesson goes well
"Bless you." Othello said as Harry sneezed while being groomed. The boy felt a little nervous while he finished grooming the liver chestnut and then tacked him up, wondering if he was as ready for this as he thought he was. At least this was a lesson his mum knew about, and he'd had a video call with her last night talking about stuff - her nagging him for not eating enough, because she could see he'd lost weight, her telling him to be careful around horses, blah, blah, blah.
"Let's do this." He gave a grin as he zipped his jacket up and led the horse out to the arena, while he pulled his riding gloves on. His grin deepened when he saw the man who was going to be his instructor. "Not late, am I?" Maybe he'd be lost in his own world for a little longer than he should have been?
Hearing the sound of hooves, Leo glanced up the path to the stables. It seemed his student was on the way. He'd been right at least - it was the young lad he'd met a little while ago, and Leo praised his memory. Usually, he wasn't too good at names and faces, that was more his sibling's talent. Othello must have made a good impression on him for it to sink into Leo's mind from their one and only meeting.
"Not late, am I?" Leo smiled quickly and shook his head. "Nope, right on time!" He promised, swinging the gate shut behind them once everyone was inside. "This must be the famous Harry?" He guessed, digging the name out from the sign up sheet in his memory. He gave the lad a moment to get himself sorted and then situated on the horse, taking in the horses' mood and how well he stood, and how Othello sat in the saddle. You could learn a lot before people even got moving if you were looking. "Alrighty, so... dressage! I understand you're just starting out, so how far have you got so far? Feeling comfortable in trot and canter yet or just getting used to the movements?" He didn't want to be presumptuous, and even the more advanced rider could still learn to sit a little deeper, be a little more stable in the saddle in the three gaits.
"Nope, right on time!" Othello mimed wiping his forehead - or as close as he could get with a helmet on - at that news. "This must be the famous Harry?" He grinned and nodded, letting Harry stretch forward as the gelding stretched his nose toward the man and sighed when he worked out no treats were on offer.
He tightened the girth before pulling his stirrups down and swinging into the saddle, closing is eyes for a moment as the ground seemed to vanish from beneath them from moving quickly, and he blew out a breath as he opened them again and patted Harry's neck before slipping his right foot into the stirrup and sorted out his reins. "Alrighty, so... dressage! I understand you're just starting out, so how far have you got so far? Feeling comfortable in trot and canter yet or just getting used to the movements?" He shrugged, suddenly self-conscious. "I've done basic showing, walk, trot, canter on command around the judge." He shrugged again. "Even though my mum as an aneurysm every time I talk about wanting to do it, I want to give enventing a try, and I from watching it on the telly, I know that dressage is a bit more than just walking, trotting and cantering around an arena, and I want to know how to turn my riding into what they can do." He shrugged a third time, knowing that he was babbling but hoping that Leo would get the gist of what he was saying.
