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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Esther hadn't been lying when she told him that Hickstead was full of wonderful places where one could bring their horse. Only a week into his move, and Huntley 'Hunt' Llewellyn had been riding his Friesian Cob cross all over the English lands. It was far bigger than the island had ever been, and it was both welcoming and terrifying at the same time. Thankfully, nothing had gone horribly wrong within the week for him to reconsider moving back home, so this was already looking better than the last time he dared to leave Anglesey.
With the weather warming up, he had taken Monty down to the beach, where they ditched Monty's tack for bareback and a neck rope, and Hunt for a thin t-shirt and swim trucks. As far as he could tell, they were the first to venture down here for the day, so he wasn't too concerned about anything going missing. Pointing to the ground now, Monty brought his front half down, leg leg curling underneath him while the other remained extended. Giving the large horse a pat, Hunt swung his leg over and gave the release command, and just like that, the pair were up and walking on the sand now.
Even though it was a bit windy, the pair hardly seemed bothered. This felt tame compared to their home, and the water looked inviting, "What do you say, Monty?" A snort escaped the horse, and the pair moved forward now. The dark brown horse's ears were perked forward, his neck arched as they ventured to the edge where sand meets water. With a gentle squeeze, Hunt urged Monty forward, and it wasn't long before horse and rider were wading further and further into the ocean water. The sea breeze hit them, and Hunt turned Monty with the neck rope, and the two merely passed their time, chest deep in the water.
the stars are pointing my way from quarter of the globe away and yet I feel so astray - how did I get so lost?
Cara pulled her vehicle into car park, making sure the float she was towing was as straight as an arrow. She winced as the back hooves of the mare inside connected with the rear of the float. "Easy, girl." She soothed as she opened the jockey door and rubbed the silver dapple's nose. "I'm going to open the ramp, don't kick me." Naomi's sport horses didn't normally come to the beach to play while in training, but Naomi had asked to to get the Fresian Sport horse out so that she could get rid of some of her energy, the mare hated being put in a stall and that was part and parcel of being a show horse.
Once the mare was off the float, and had a rope halter on with reins attached, the young woman made sure that everything was locked up before she popped her helmet on her head and lead the mare over to a fallen tree that she could use as a mounting block. "Good girl." She praised as the mare sniffed at the tree before she happily stood while Cara vaulted onto her back. "Off you go." She squeezed her forward, sitting tall as she used her seat and legs to guide the mare down the path, letting her look around and investigating anything she wanted to have a closer look at.
She rubbed the mare's neck as they stepped out onto the sand, Charm throwing her head up as she caught the scent of the ocean. "Up!" Cara laughed as the mare began to paw at the ground, and she circled the mare and then squeezed her forward before she could drop to her knees. The fact that there was another person on their horse on the beach was taken in, but Cara's focus was on the mare as she worked her through her paces on the sand, asking for simple dressage moves as they worked, pleased with the way the mare responded to everything asked of her as they made their way down the beach. "Would you like to have a swim?" She asked the pretty horse as they drew closer to the water, and the other horse and rider.
As they stood in the water, Monty seemed to relax - his ridged body language upon the new surroundings dwindled away and he relaxed. Green eyes watched the freisian cob cross extended out his neck now, nostrils relaxed as his muzzle bopped the ocean water. A smile rested on Huntley's lips, "See? It's just like home." With that, he gently squeezed, and once more, the pair were moving about the water. His horse's hooves remained firmly on the sandy grounds beneath the water, but as they circled and moved about, they went deeper and deeper.
The gentle waves did not bother them, for they were used to them back on the island, and the mid morning had now graced them with gentle tides. As Monty stepped out though, deeper and deeper, Huntley could feel the water separate them to a degree. Laughter escaped him, as he guided his horse by the rope back to shallower water. As they did, Monty's ears perked as his large head moved towards movement. Green eyes followed suit, seeing a young woman and a fresian sports horse now upon the beach.
Huntley knew the pair, especially the mare, for he had admired her many times at Blue Arces stables where he worked as an eventing coach. He vaguley knew Cara as well, simply because she felt like a quiet shadow that moved amongst the barn, often tending to Naomi's horses as well as her own herd of ponies. He squeezed Monty more forward now, as they chugged out of the water towards the sandy shores, "Cara!" He called out, waving and offering a smile, "I didn't know you liked the water - or else I would have invited you out this morning when I packed Monty up."
the stars are pointing my way from quarter of the globe away and yet I feel so astray - how did I get so lost?
Cara sat still on the mare's back, letting the reins slid through her fingers as Charm lowered her head to sniff at the water that was lapping at her feet, and she took up the reins again as the mare began to paw at the water, stepping further in until her fetlocks were covered. "Easy." She soothed as she wrapped her legs around the mare as she shot backward, spooked by the waves as the touched her legs. "You're safe." She relaxed her legs again, and smiled when she felt the mare relax under her. "Good girl."
She looked up when she heard her hand, and lifted a hand in greeting as the pair drew closer. Her mouth opened, but no words came out as she was trying to work out how to answer the man, while keeping her attention on the mare under her, jiggling a rein as Charm pinned her ears back and gave a squeal toward the other horse, though Cara backed her up before she got the chance to do any more. "This was an unplanned outing." She finally replied with a shrug. "Ms Clarke wanted me to help extinguish her energy. Thank you, though." She loosened the reins a little as Charm pricked her ears forward and and stretched her nose out to Monty, as though she wasn't trying to eat him moments earlier. "Monty seems to be a real hippocampus." Her lips quirked with a tiny smile, though it vanished as she wondered if she should have just kept that thought to herself, or at least worded it a little different and actually said seahorse.
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