Sept 28, 2024 21:18:42 GMT
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Sabine Radley had left Seven Oaks stables in the wee hours of the morning, knowing it would be a hike through the wilderness to get to Blue Arces. She had been looking for Ilya, her friend, who usually hung out in the shadows of the hayloft at Seven Oaks. But he hadn't been there, in fact, he hadn't been any where she had checked in the last few days. The teenager supposed that was the issue with living on the street, sometimes it was hard to find someone when you had no way of contacting them.
The fact that she hadn't seen the older man had left her a little worried. Even though Ilya didn't say anything to her, it would take an idiot to not realize that he had some health issues. Hopefully, he wasn't dead. Sabine had vaugely remembered him hissy fitting about how some guy had found him, tried to drag him home because they were family and that their mother had freaked out on the street. Hopefully, instead of being dead in a ditch, Ilya was at Blue Arces - one of the posher stables. Sabine liked it there too when she wasn't hanging out at Dahlia Baker's house - mainly because of a black horse named Echo. But it had been a while since she had been, too many close calls with some of the kids there who seemed to tell she didn't belong, although Sabine hoped it was their snootirary that made them think that verses they could tell she was a street kid.
Heading down the hill now, Sabine realized she was going to have to skirt pass the large, looming house to make its way to the barn. She cursed under her breath, her thoughts had been scattered at her feet, not paying attention. This was Sabine's least favorite way to get to the barn - mainly because it ran a risk of running into the family that lived there. Still, there was no going back now. Quiet as a cat, swift as a deer, Sabine crept along the property, making it past the house. Now she just had to go through the hedge garden and - smack! Sabine collided with someone, stumbling back. Her instincts and armor went up, until her blue green eyes fell on a very familiar face, "Emma?"
She had run into the girl quite a few times now since their fateful day on the beach, they would hang out at the barn along with Wendell Alenko. But she had always met her there, at the barn, certainly not sneaking about, "Why are you up?" Didn't rich teenagers like to fucking sleep in?!
september 2024 • outfit • EMMA SCARLETT YOUNG
The fact that she hadn't seen the older man had left her a little worried. Even though Ilya didn't say anything to her, it would take an idiot to not realize that he had some health issues. Hopefully, he wasn't dead. Sabine had vaugely remembered him hissy fitting about how some guy had found him, tried to drag him home because they were family and that their mother had freaked out on the street. Hopefully, instead of being dead in a ditch, Ilya was at Blue Arces - one of the posher stables. Sabine liked it there too when she wasn't hanging out at Dahlia Baker's house - mainly because of a black horse named Echo. But it had been a while since she had been, too many close calls with some of the kids there who seemed to tell she didn't belong, although Sabine hoped it was their snootirary that made them think that verses they could tell she was a street kid.
Heading down the hill now, Sabine realized she was going to have to skirt pass the large, looming house to make its way to the barn. She cursed under her breath, her thoughts had been scattered at her feet, not paying attention. This was Sabine's least favorite way to get to the barn - mainly because it ran a risk of running into the family that lived there. Still, there was no going back now. Quiet as a cat, swift as a deer, Sabine crept along the property, making it past the house. Now she just had to go through the hedge garden and - smack! Sabine collided with someone, stumbling back. Her instincts and armor went up, until her blue green eyes fell on a very familiar face, "Emma?"
She had run into the girl quite a few times now since their fateful day on the beach, they would hang out at the barn along with Wendell Alenko. But she had always met her there, at the barn, certainly not sneaking about, "Why are you up?" Didn't rich teenagers like to fucking sleep in?!
september 2024 • outfit • EMMA SCARLETT YOUNG
