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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I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
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sther was surprised when a member of the family reached out about their son moving in with her. Maybe she had complained too much about it? Either way, she wasn’t about to say no either. She was indeed lonely, and with her brother traveling for work – Esther needed someone.
She had cleaned and organized a guest room, making it less of her personal taste. And something a twenty-five-year-old could enjoy. Esther kept neutral in color, with the option to jazz it up. But they would have to deal with her personal taste outside of their personal room.
A jazz record played softly as Esther was finishing cleaning up. Her poodles barked once, signaling there was someone at the door. The older woman made her way over and peeked through the door to see the young man and his father standing there. She opened the door, to see a moving truck in her driveway. “Hello, hello,” she greeted. “Please, come on in! I did my best to make it easy to move things. Can I get you anything to drink, eat? It was a bit of a drive, no?”
Huntley Llewellyn had been fidgeting in the car the whole time - his nerves like sparks waiting to ignite a fire - since the car had been loaded on the ferry to leave the island to the mainland. He hadn't been able to enjoy the ferry ride, nor had the car ride really been that enthralling - especially when he passed over the Welsh boarders into England. In his mind, Huntley knew he was being dramatic, overly dramatic even, has his parents had pushed him out the door to discover his dreams once more. The young man knew that he had wanted this, dreamed of this, yet his thoughts dwelled on the last time he had left the island as well as the safety of his room at Llewellyn Manor, "Huntley - You'll be fine." His father's voice sounded more like the Rhys Llewellyn the politician verses Rhys the father.
There was no turning back now, not with movers behind him and the gothic house before him as he pulled into a drive way. Huntley cut the engine, green eyes peering up at the black, or was it slate grey, behemoth. It was an intriguing house, with a tower smack in the middle, and an uneven silhouette. It stood odd against it neighbors, resilient against the other standard picturesque houses. The more Huntley stared, a smile crept on his lips, perhaps, for the first time since he left the island, the young man felt like he might actually be back at home. He got out of his car now, his lanky frame unfolding and stretching as the small moving truck parked behind. His father was already marching to the door, and Huntley waved at the haulers before hurrying after his father.
They were greeted by the muffled barking of dogs, before the door cracked and then opened wide to revealed a porcelain woman with black hair. Even if she was only distantly related, Huntley could see that Esther Mae Muller's resemblance to the Llewellyn's - it was uncanny: "Thank you, Esther. I'll have a drink, long road back for me, but first I must attend to the gentlemen behind us. I'll leave Huntley here with you to get acquainted with you and your house." Just like that, his father was briskly walking back, and all what the young man could do was watch him with green eyes. His gaze reverted to the woman now, "Uh, thank you for having me. I hope I won't be intruding on your life, Esther. I'll do my best to not disturb you while I am living with you." He peered behind her, seeing vibrant color on the inside along with two large poodles, "May I say hello?"
the stars are pointing my way from quarter of the globe away and yet I feel so astray - how did I get so lost?
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
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f course, Rhys, darling. I’ll have something set up for you.” Esther took in Huntley. He was tall, and well-built – like his father when he was younger. But Huntley also had the features of his mother, like a solid 50-50 of his parents. She gave him a soft smile and nodded, when he inquired about the dogs.
“Max, Arthur..sit.” The poodles quickly sat waiting for pets. Even if Esther hadn’t commanded it, they would have still sat. They were good guard dogs in certain situations., mainly if she commanded something in German. “It’s nice to meet you as an adult, Huntley! No issue at all, it’ll be nice to have someone else that isn’t a ghost,” she teased. “I’m sure you’re exhausted from the ride. Do you need some food first or a drink? Or do you want me to show you your room first?”
