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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ods. What a day it had been. It felt like there hadn't been one quiet morning in her day - between front desk duty because they were short staffed and then having to go do some interviews, Dianna Perry felt as if she hadn't had much time to sit down and settle, much less enjoy her coffee. But thankfully, the day was now over, and after some serious overtime, the woman was heading home to what hopefully was a quiet house. Her parents were off on a small cruise, leaving the house to Diana and her teenage daughter, Azura.
Oh Azura. Truth be told, Diana wasn't sure how much her daughter had been fairing since moving to Hickstead. It felt like she never had much time to sit down with her - their schedules never seemed to line up. While her daughter was inquisitive and full of life, the woman knew that Hickstead was much different from London. It clearly had been one thing for Azura when it came to visiting grandma and grandpa for a short visit, it had been another thing entirely to live in the small township and under their roof indefinlently. Thankfully though, Diana thought the latter part would be coming to an end soon. She had been saving up since their move, and hopefully they would be able to settle for a little cottage soon, because Diana certainly never wanted to live in a flat again.
Pulling up to the house now, she turned off the car and got out, not bothering to lock in their remote like village, and headed inside. A light was on up on the second floor, and Diana knew it meant that her teenager daughter was home, instead of out with potential friends. It was a sad thought really. At least she had enough Indian food to feed an army. Unlocking the door, she stepped inside and was greeted by a dimly lit kitchen. Flicking the lights on to full blast, Diana called out, "Azura! I'm home. Come get some buttered chicken!" Did her daughter still like buttered chicken? Double guessing herself, she then added on, "I have tandoori style also!"
Azura sat at her desk, looking through a collection of notebooks she had, reading snippets out of them here and there before she pulled the slightly larger spiralbound notebook that she was working in closer to her as she picked up her pen and started writing again. Sure, she could use the laptop that was sitting at the back of her desk, but there was something more personal about actually writing things down, and less chance of it getting read and laughed at if her laptop got snatched at school.
She placed the pen on the book as she thought about school. She had discovered that having an officer as a mother was probably akin to having a teacher as a parent. It had never been an issue in London, but this tiny area, it seemed that everyone knew... well, everyone, and she had the feeling that if she put one toe over that hypothetical line, her mother would be called in faster than she could say sorry. "My mother, the judge, jury and executioner." She muttered, and then dropped her head onto the desk, knowing that her words were unfair to her mother.
"Azura! I'm home.""Speak of the devil." She said with a grin as she pushed her chair back. Part of her knew that she should yell back and let her mother know that she'd heard her, but she didn't feel the need as she flounced her way down to the kitchen. "Gee, mum, did I forget to tell you? I'm vegan." She heaved a dramatic sigh as she leaned on the doorframe, pressing her lips together to stop them from curving up in humour, though she knew that her sparkling eyes would give her away as soon as her mother turned to look at her.
here was little to no doubt in Diana's mind that her teenage daughter was up in her room. The scratching of the chair sliding across the floor boards overhead said it all. A sigh escaped her as she settled the take out onto the kitchen island now of the small farm cottage. Truth be told, while Azura had always been a bit of a book worm, Diana didn't remember her daughter always hanging out this much in her room.
Movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention now, as blue eyes sharply looked to see Azura there, stopping short in the kitchen door frame as her gaze eyed the take out before announcing: "Gee, mum, did I forget to tell you? I'm vegan." Followed by a rather dramatic sigh. Diana's brow furrowed, "Over my dead body that you're a --" She didn't even finish her comment though, as she caught the mischievous sparkle in Azura's hazel eyes, "Get in here and enjoy your chicken." Diana commanded now, but she wore a smile on her face, "You nearly had me there - I thought some hippie from school corrupted you into veganism." Perhaps that was mean, "Not that there is anything wrong with being a vegan."
With that, she tore the paper back open to reveal its contents, and she carefully took the containers out now and lined them up, "I think its just you and me for the night, by the way - so you know what that means - girl talk." And no doubt that would earn her a eye roll and dramatic groan to boot.
Azura's lips twitched at her mother's reaction to her veganism statement. "Over my dead body that you're a --" And she almost wanted to stomp her foot on the ground when it seemed she sucked at a poker face and the woman caught onto the joke. "Get in here and enjoy your chicken." The teen grinned as she snapped her heels together as she stood at attention with a brisk: "Ma'am, yes Ma'am!" And then threw herself into the chair at the table. "You nearly had me there - I thought some hippie from school corrupted you into veganism. Not that there is anything wrong with being a vegan." She selected the tandoori chicken, and then proceeded to push the food around with her fork as she pulled a face - more to her mother's words than disinterest in the food. "Please!" She muttered as she rolled her eyes. "The people here would have to stop talking about horses to preach about how evil it is to eat animals!" Don't get her wrong, Azura loved animals, she also loved hamburgers, and her love for animals wasn't going to stop her from eating meat.
She popped a piece of chicken in her mouth and chewed it while deep in thought, a small frown caused her brows to dip. "What I don't understand about these I refuse to eat meat people, is that they label their food 'plant based chicken'." Finger quotes and all. "If you don't want to eat actual chicken, why call your food that?" She grinned, her eyes twinkling. "And if they aren't eating meat, then aren't they depriving animals of the plants that the animals want to eat?" Okay, probably waay too philosophical for dinner talk. "This is nothing like from back home." "I think its just you and me for the night, by the way - so you know what that means - girl talk." Rather than rolling her eyes at this, Azura sat up and clapped her hands with a saccharine smile. "Oh yay! Are you going to paint our nails later and play truth or dare?" Yeah, she stayed as far away from that game as possible. "How was your day at work, did you shoot anyone?" She knew that shooting was very rare in police work, and that TV shows overdramatised the need for police to carry weapons. "Better yet, did anyone try and hit on you to get out of a ticket." That she knew did happen more often than anyone on the force would want to admit.
