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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Laughter escaped Ora when her friend replied followed by a rather graceful bow for one sitting down, "Oh Beth, you're always an inspiration. You deal with teenagers on a daily basis, not just at home." The woman replied with a grin. She had been rather lucky with Izzy who hadn't had much of a rebellious streak - just a stubborn one, and most of the time that was whether or not she could go to the barn. As for bless your soul, a wide grin just stayed on her face, "Exactly. They don't know what hit them which makes it safer for me."
She wasn't sure exactly where she had been all of these years, but when Beth Bones started talking about about cakes, Ora's jaw nearly dropped, "Get out of here. I've known you how long and I didn't know you had a passion for baking, or icing cakes for that matter." Granted, its not as if there had been very many situations in the past where an ole 'i love to bake' statement could have dropped. Plus, teaching was exhausting, and then coming home to a teenager 'son' for lack of a better word, also must be exhausting. Still, it sounded like Beth was able to pull off one feat at least, "Hey, having the biscuit tin always full is a good accomplishment in itself. I feel that way about my dutch oven."
Brown eyes watched her friend now as she gazed out, mulling over her words. Once Beth spoke though, Ora couldn't help but to nod in agreement, "I agree. Although I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't want to go back to my home country, even just for a visit." She couldn't quite imagine Auggie or Izzy living there, but a visit was much different, "Think you and Bones might visit New Zealand?"
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Brown eyes stared at Beth Bones while she delivered her choice insult to use, and it took a solid thirty seconds for the whole thing to dawn on Ora. The mischievous and deepening grin playing across the brunette's face helped Ora make the connection, "That is a good one," she said with a laugh, "Hell, even I had to think that one over and I like to think that not much gets past me." Although, clearly Beth was so academically inclined to pull that one off. That was the dangerous thing about teachers, they knew how to get away with an insult if they really wanted to, "I think mine might be 'that's an interesting perspective' or 'bless your soul' when dealing with the parents of my students." Because even nowadays, the pre-k teachers appear to be wrong about something.
There was a quiet that set over the two woman now, but not an awkward quiet that Ora tended to mind. It was the sort of quiet that signaled they both had a bond over motherhood to their respective children, and while she didn't know all of Beth's history, she still knew the woman was a strong mother to her nephew. Brown eyes cast back over to the ocean now, watching its crashing waves as it re-centered the two of them, and leaving Ora herself feel at peace.
She smiled at Beth now, mainly because the other woman's laugh could be rather infectious, "Ah pintrest. I'm not sure where any of us would be without it and it's endless creative possibilities. That's good that it helps him though. It's certainly a creative way to sort one's thoughts." Ora could certainly see how that would be handy for a teenage boy at a time in his life when everything sort of just feels jumbled together. At least, that was how Ora felt about being a teenager. It was a crazy, chaotic, yet amazing experience for herself, and while she wouldn't trade her experiences, she knew that there probably could have been better ways for her to have handled herself, "Ah, I understand. It's a big trip. I feel that way about Brazil, haven't been back in a long time." Maybe that would change though one day, "Anyways, that's a good way to see it. Hickstead isn't quite like my home country, but it's truly the people around me and their happiness that makes Hickstead feel like home."
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
"Garden design?" Ora asked now, "What a curious idea." Her brown eyes looked to her own garden now, figuring it looked probably a little wild compared to some of her neighbors in Oldaker. The woman thought about who the University could possibly bring in to discuss such a thing until it hit her: Dahlia Baker. She knew the woman specialized in flowers, and some herbs, although, she wasn't sure about vegetables. And while Ora could be stubborn about many of things, it would be hard to say no to organizing and beautifying her garden, that is, if Izzy wanted to, "Well, if you need a project after that lesson - you and I can redesign this as long as the vegetables remain in place." Flowers and other things she didn't mind rerouting, but her babies were another thing.
Her daughter's comment couldn't help but to make her laugh, "Ah, we have exotic fish to eat, and some meat, but I admit we are pretty standard." Hopefully she could take Izzy there one day - to Brazil, and show her the world in which she grew up. Full of life and color, a stark contrast compared to Hickstead, "No...sadly not. The rainforest is dying, and the government is furthering it along by robbing the trees of their home for farmers. Such a shame...I hope it still stands strong for centuries though despite corruption and men." Now it was making her all fiery just thinking about it, but this was not the soap box topic of the day - it was the rabbits, "We'll figure it out. I'm sure there's a human way to do it that does not involve me running after them and screaming at the top of my lungs like a mad woman. Either way, I'll make sure your father does the hard labor and not us." Ora said with a wink now.
Amber eyes watched her daughter go to town on the dough now, feeling rather pleased with herself that despite her age, job, and schoolwork, that Izzy was still willing to help her out in the kitchen, "It is, actually! My mother's. Lots of my recipes come from my family - traditions and all." As each little dough ball started to appear, Ora sagged it and put it on a sheet, figuring they would bake half (since the woman herself was quite guilty of eating most of them herself) and then freezing the other half for snacks later on. She looked up from her work when the young woman made a comment that she had run out of carrots, "Ah! Well, we will have to fix that then for Queenie. I'll make sure to stop by the store tomorrow." She was certain the mare would appreciate the store's super charged carrots compared to her tiny organic ones, "I am glad you're still enjoying your lessons while juggling school. I was a little worried it might all be too much." She arched a brow, "Oh? Show jumping? Sounds like a big step...when does show season start again?"
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Ora chuckled at her daughter's sarcasm, but she knew that Izzy knew that there was no pressure from her to well. Okay okay, maybe there was a little pressure to do her best, but she trusted Izzy to take care of herself school wise and to find help if she needed it. It was a little curious to hear that one of her final exams was swapped out from a standard test to a project, "Oh? How so? Is this for one of your class majors?" It sounded like it would be, given the young woman's major in interior design, but Ora could not help but to ask. College classes always felt so unique, so it was curious to to hear when a professor went a different route with their assignments - even if the assignments were way above budding brains of Ora's own students.
"No, no rabbits for us in Brazil. We have one native, but they are often in the rain forests that need protection," Ora said, although given the current political structure of her home country, the woman doubted that much protection would be given to to the rain forest unfortunately. She gave thought to what her neighbors might do after Izzy voiced her opinions, "Hmmm, you may be onto something there Izzy," Ora murmured to herself, "I suppose I can ask the Cadwalladers and St. Croix's..." Truth be told, the woman felt loathed to do it - mainly because their house, yard, and garden always looked so perfect and while Ora's herself was picturequse, it was a little more on the wild and vibrant side. The idea of chicken wire seemed like a better idea though, "Perhaps I will ask at work, I am certain a few of my fellow teachers have chickens themselves that need protecting from foxes. Carrots and rabbits can't be that much different."
The woman smiled a thank you when Izzy went to go grab a baking sheet and line it, "Great! You know where to find everything." After all, it was as much her daughter's kitchen as it was her - only Auggie really wasn't allowed in it unless it was to make his wonderful coffee or to spoil Ora with breakfast in bed and other special occasions. She peered into her mixing bowl, relived to see that her adventure outside and making the dough sit hadn't really compromised it and she quickly got to work with rolling the dough into little pao de queijo. Glancing over her shoulder, she made sure that Izzy was ready for her to transfer everything to her, "The Feijoada? Black bean stew with pork and beef." Thank goodness nobody in this family was a vegetarian or else it would seriously crimp her style.
"Ah, I'm glad to hear you got your ride in before the rain and a lesson," Ora said with a smile, "Did you give her a carrot for me?" She thought it over for a moment before following up, "Queenie. Not Stephanie. Speaking of - are you still happy with her?" The woman had no hard feelings against the coach, truth be told, she wasn't even certain if she followed what Izzy did or her coach did, she just showed up at the competitions to cheer and be an obnoxious parent. But Ora always felt the need to look out for her adoptive daughter, no matter the situation.
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Beth's words made her chuckle: at times it's better to just tell people what you think. The woman wasn't so sure about that, at least not for herself, "Ah, I like to do that too. But I tend to find it gets me in more trouble than it's worth." Over the years, Ora had gotten better at reigning in her fiery temper between Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, rock climbing, and breathing exercises - even marrying Auggie and raising Izzy helped her out. But at the end of the day, nobody was perfect, "What's your favorite insult?" As an English teacher, Ora had no doubt that the other woman had one or two up her selves.
She supposed that Beth did have a point though about Izzy, the girl probably would prefer to be considered a young adult rather than a teenager, given that she was just shy of being one by a year. Still, Ora could not help but to sigh, "I know. But in my heart, she's always my kid. I feel like nobody warns you about that - you're always going to be protective, you're always going to be worried, no matter how independent they are." Perhaps she would have gone about things differently had she known what it would be like to become a parent, she supposed also, that her father and mother had warned her even, and she hadn't listened. It did not matter though, for Ora knew she would make the same choice again and again the moment she had met Auggie and Izzy.
Chocolate brown eyes looked back to the other woman now, who smiled when her son was brought up. She seemed to appreciate the question, and Ora felt relived by this, "Glad to hear he's doing well. That's pretty creative of you to turn the one wall into a giant canvas." It made Ora think about that chalkboard paint, "I actually don't think I realized that he was into painting. Although, I would think something like that is good for the soul." Both woman returned their gazes to the ocean now, watching quietly as they listened to each other, "It's the same in Brazil," Ora said wistfully before wryly smiling, "I have to say, I never thought of New Zealand having brilliant blue oceans. Do you visit there often?"
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Ora smiled warmly at her daughter, "Well, I am sure you will do amazing on your exams." In fact, the woman was certain of it. However, she didn't like to exert any pressure on Izzy, in fact, Ora never did it. She tended to believe that students flourished more by laid back expectations rather than a forcefulness that could ensure anxiety. While she doubted that Izzy suffered from such feelings, Ora felt better about taking a back burner on expecting straight A's from her daughter, and preferred her to just aim for the good grades she always gets.
She made a face when prompted about whether the rabbit would have ended up as their dinner or not, "I would never do that to you and Auggie," Ora retorted now. In fact, while she talked a tough game, she probably couldn't harm the rabbit at the end of the day. It had too cute of a face and she preferred to not know what her dinner looked like, "However, I may have to find myself a humane trap if it keeps this up." Perhaps come this summer when she became certain that baby bunny season was over. As for the carrots, a deep sigh escaped her, "Carrots and the lower half of my blueberry bush." In the back of her mind, Ora knew that her daughter was simply teasing her but the joke had been right on the nose of reality.
The woman could not help but to beam like a proud hen when Izzy appeared to approve of having the cheese bread as an appetizer for dinner, and even more so when she agreed to help, "We just have to roll them into the little dough balls and place them in the oven." It was simple enough, and just long enough to keep Izzy with her before setting her loose to her own thing within the house. She marched to the house now, with Izzy hot on her heels, "Oh, they were fine. I think even at four years old, they seem to know that their school year is coming to a close. No time outs today which I call a win," and soon offered her thanks as her daughter got the door.
Ora got rid of her rain boots, slipping back into her slipper Uggs and returned to the kitchen where her dough was. She rinsed her hands in the sink and quickly set up shop for Izzy to join her in the dough rolling. Powdering the counter with flour, Ora went on to talk, "I appreciate your help with this. I have Feijoada in the slow cooker so I hope you and your father have your appetites' tonight." There was a low rumble that could be heard outside now, and her dark brown eyes looked to the window, "Seems we went inside just in time. Were you able to see Queenie today or did the weather just have you working at Helping Hooves today?"
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Laughter escaped Ora at the other woman's whims regarding her status as an English teacher, "I think it's good to be well off with words. You can joust verbally and be gone before people will have known that you might have insulted them." That was something that Ora herself could never get away with. She was not eloquent with words at all, and her anger and fiery nature always seemed to get the best of her that talking politely, even when insulting someone, was not an option.
It would seem that Ora was not the only one finding their conversation amusing though. The word 'difficult' to describe teenagers to Beth seemed to get to her, the woman merely smiled, "Guess I'm being polite since I have a teenage daughter." Well, Izzy was nineteen now and half of the time no longer living under their roof. But Ora supposed that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. No matter how old Izzy got, she would always been her and Auggie's daughter until they day they died. There was no doubt that Beth felt the same way about her students, and now that she thought about it, son or nephew as well, "How is your kid anyways?" Maybe she was overstepping her boundaries, but Ora didn't know boundaries until she accidently crossed them.
At least the beach here could keep both of the woman calm. Beth certainly had a point that there was just something about the beach, "I understand. Nothing like the sound of crashing waves and cool, grainy sand in the spring time to calm the mind." Brown eyes gazed out at the water for a moment, thinking of her home country before glancing back at her friend, "I do wish the water here was a little more turquoise though." Or at least, a lighter shade of blue.
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
"The sea breeze is great for many things, especially like blowing away the stress of the day," the woman commented, as she settled down next to Ora. A grin played across her face, "That was a clever pun, Beth. You may just have to trademark that before all the dad's ruin it with their jokes." Still, it was a fitting one that matched each woman perfectly today given their teachers grievances. The company of Beth was well welcomed to Ora. While she could vent and bitch to Auggie, and he would happily listen as any husband would do, he couldn't fully understand the full frustrations of being a teacher. Beth, on the other hand, as another woman in the 'battle trenches' so to speak, could.
Sure, they taught different age groups, but each one came with their own issues, as Beth attested now to the idea that maybe she should have joined the primary school instead, citing children who actually wanted to learn. Laughter escaped Ora, "And deal with a nuclear tantrum while trying to get them to understand to use their words? You would be a brave woman for trading that off." However, the woman knew what Beth was wistful over, "I understand though. Teenagers can be...difficult." Understatement of the year. And while Izzy had, and has continued, to be a wonderful daughter, she had not been without her moods, "Although something tells me that you're more than capable of tricking a young mind into still wanting to learn, even if they are convinced they know everything." Brown eyes stared at the crashing waves for a moment before casting her glance over to Beth now, "Is there someone in particular who was sassing off today?"
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Breaking the hug, Ora pulled back and got a good look at her daughter now, who may or may not be trying to hide some sort of look as she cast glanced over to the Cadwallader yard, the scene in which the rabbit had disappeared to. Okay, so maybe coming home to your adoptive mother yelling at an 'adorable bunny' was a little bizarre, but truth be told, Ora had never been one to shield away from the possibility of embarrassing Izzy. Plus, there were no eye witnesses other than the young woman herself and the rabbit, "Exams? Already?" It did make sense though, it was already half way through the semester with it being Spring now.
Given the weather, and likely he long day, Izzy was already turning to head to the house. Dark brown eyes shot one last look towards the Cadwallader yard, sending her threats telepathically to the rabbit, before following after her. Sure enough, the woman wasn't surprised when Izzy brought said rabbit up, "It was going after something in my garden. I had to defend my turf!" She most certainly was going to have to ask Auggie to build her a mesh cover of some sorts. Granted, Ora had her doubts that such a thing could protect her garden from rabbits, since they had the power to burrow.
As for the rest of her day, "Oh, I was making some Pão de Queijo before I was so rudely interrupted by our furry friend," the woman commented now, "The weather seemed like the type where something warm and cheesy is needed." Plus, one could never go wrong with warm and cheesy. Given that Izzy already appeared dressed for such a day of lounging in the house, Ora then offered, "Want to keep me company in the kitchen while I finish up before you get to studying? I'm always happy to feed my wonderful daughter."
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Ora Oliveria Flores had all of the ingredients to make her beloved Pão de Queijo, otherwise known as 'Brazilian Cheese Bread' to a non-native speaker. It always reminded her of her home country and her mother's cooking when she made it - soon the smell of mozzarella and parmesan would be willing up the kitchen and warming up the house of a mildly cold March day. March was also a dreaded month for Ora since it meant that the rabbits would start popping out of the woodwork and eye her gardens when everything was attempting to sprout. The woman never thought she could have this much contempt for an adorable animal, but they clearly pushed her paitence now given the lack of marsupials in England.
She went to work though on her cheese bread though, dark brown eyes occasionally glancing out the window to be on the hunt. Boiling her milk, water, and oil together while throwing tapioca flour into her stand mixer, Ora waltzed around the kitchen like a pro. Soon she was pouring her hot mixuture into the flour and mixing it to death, watching the dough turn into that familiar sticky mixture before adding one egg at a time. Right when she was getting ready to add the cheese did the woman catch movement out of her eye. Her attention snapped up, looking out the window once more and saw the bane of her existence. A rabbit. And it was eyeing something important.
Cursing to herself in Portuguese, Ora quickly abandoned her kitchen and her dough, sprinting outside as fast as she could in her rain boots and screaming at the rabbit. It must have been quite the sight to behold as the rabbit quickly scampered and she chased after it - only being stopped when the animal managed to make it under the fence line and into the Cadwallader yard, "You stay over there!" She screamed at it, before her senses tingled off. Ora had an audience member. The woman turned now only to see her teenage daughter staring at her. And while Ora was certain that her daughter was quite used to her fiery, hot headed antics, this might have been the first time in all of her life did Izzy witness her actually going after a rabbit, "Izzy!" she said now, throwing her hands up in greeting before running over to hug her, "You're home early! I thought you'd be at work longer."
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Given the distance between them, it looked like it took the other woman a moment or two to recognize her. While they did not teach at the same school, Pre-K was always its own separate entity, it didn't stop Ora from getting to know the various teachers at Hickstead Secondary. Plus, with Izzy having gone there, and having to attend her own parent - teacher conferences from the other end of things, Ora had gotten to know quite a few of them simply through that. As Beth drew closer, the woman beamed her a smile a welcoming smile and laughed at her words: "They weren't as bad as they could have been. I'm thinking next time I'll just get them all to arrive at the same time and run it like a class."
That shrug said it all. It was the definition of every mood that every teacher on the planet had when it came to the dreaded conferences, "Amen to that, Sister," Ora replied now, "I may have to steal from you come spring when the next rounds start." Parents always felt like the worst part of any teaching job, that or when a student was struggling. But Ora could deal with struggling students, with parents, that wasn't always the case and it required a very fine line of being polite and potentially hostile. She waved to the empty spot on her towel, "Please sit and join me. There's plenty of room. I find that the sea breeze cools my temper," she joked now, "Plus I feel like I hardly see you any more since Izzy has graduated."
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
There was nothing she hated more than parent teacher conferences. She also hated the day after parent teacher conferences mainly because they felt like the equivalent of some sort of bad hang over. Ora Flores always had the up most patience when it came to her students, they were young and still learning life, full of wonder even. Their parents however were utterly annoying, like nails on a chalk board with their worries and demands. Those nights always put her patience to the test and it almost always came to close calls where the stability of her job was the only thing that kept her from mouthing off.
Last night, there had been three parents that had come dangerously close to setting her off over the state of their child's affairs and what they were learning and how they knew better than Ora over what they should be learning. The woman herself thought it ridiculous and felt the need to remind said parents that this was simply Pre-K, not Secondary. Naturally, it didn't go over well and the rest of her night went to shit. It was the sort of anger that Auggie didn't mess with and Izzy stayed out of her way. It was the sort of anger that lingered with her the next day and was put away for eight hours while she was with her students but came stewing back out afterwards. It was the sort of anger that no matter how much sparing or punching a bag, it never seemed to go away.
So Ora decided to do the next best thing that she could think of. She went to the beach, on a particularly cold day with a towel and sat on the sand. The woman leaned back on her hands, closing her eyes and letting the cool sea breeze hit her face and listen to the calming sounds of the crashing waves. Slowly but surely, a sense of peace started to wash over her - just like that. Cleansing her of her anger and rage. And somehow, she sensed that she was no longer alone. Dark brown eyes opened, noticing a woman walking down the beach. It took her a moment but it soon dawned on Ora that she recognized this woman, "Beth!" she called, waving her over, "Did you have a rough night of Parent Teacher conferences as well?" She couldn't even imagine what it was like to be the teacher of the kids at Secondary School.
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
full name • Ora Rose Oliveira Flores; Born Ora Rosa Santos Oliveira nicknames • "Mrs. Flores" -> at Hickstead Secondary School; She insists Auggie call her "Ora Rose" or "My Ora Rose" in his 'husky sexy voice' when they're having sexy fun times age • Thirty Eight birthday • April 25 occupation • Secondary School Teacher - Pre K; Housewife; Annoying Mother gender • Female sexuality • Hetero
the appearance
face claim• Adria Arjona
identifying features• Ora stands at proximately 5 foot 7 inches with a slight hour glass figure. She has dark brown hair that, when it by the sun, has some reddish highlights that can be seen. She has dark brown eyes, fullish lips, and a squarish face. Ora typically likes to wear her hair in fish tail braids or pulled back and out of her face, often framing it. She almost always goes light on the make up, opting for natural looks. Ora know she looked young for her age and thanks her genetics every day. On the inside of her right wrist, she has Auggie and Izzy's names tattooed in cursive script.
the personality
likes • Auggie - Her Husband, Izzie - Adoptive Daughter, Rock Climbing, The Art of Parkouring, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Making Pao de Queijo, Dancing like nobody's watching, Hickstead Secondary School - Her Second Home, Her Student's Faces when they've figured something out for the first time, When they graduate to kindergarten, Sneaking the horse's apples or sugar cubes, Gardening - particularly veggetables dislikes • Any non-banter argument with Auggie, Parent Teacher Conferences, In Fact - She hates almost any sort of forced interaction with Parents that she didn't schedule herself, When her Students are struggling, When she and Auggie don't have a United Front when dealing with some shenanigan Izzie did (cause teenagers), Lulls in the day when she's by Herself, Horse Riding - She doesn't like the idea of anything with a mind of it's own between her legs unless its her Husband, Rabbits - they are the fucking devil incarnate strengths • Protective Nature, Caring, Hiding her Wild Side from her young students and their parents weaknesses • Her Family - Auggie & Izzie, Argumentive - can't back down from the slightest of slights, Worthy Challenges dreams • She would like that, whenever Izzie departs their home, that she feels confindent in her abilitites to take care of herself; Returning home to Brazil to visit fears • One of the horses hurting Auggie - that horse would likely get sold off immediately afterwards if left in Ora's hands. overall personality • Ora is quite a bit for people sometimes, to include even those within her family unit, so it's often shocking to find out that she's a Pre-K Teacher. She's known for adventurous spirit, always wanting to take on a challenge, and her feisty attitude which has gotten her in trouble on more than one occasion. To an outsider, she's a bit rough around the edges. She likes to get down and dirty, whether its rock climbing, taking somebody out on the matt, or just sitting in her garden cursing out the local rabbits in Portuguese for eating her carrots. Ora can go from zero to sixty real quick with adults whether it's anger, protectiveness, or anger that is caused by protectiveness (Auggie and Izzie tends to be the main victims of this type of anger). She takes a different approach to the children in her classroom though, always being gentle and kind with them. Ora strides to be an adult that her students ultimately feel safe with and willing to trust - no matter their home circumstances. She takes great pride in them, thinking her students as her own little ducklings to keep track of until they learn how to fly, so to speak, out of her classroom and into Kindergarten.
the history
father • Carlos Pele Silva Oliveira, 55, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu Instructor mother • Maria Fernanda Santos Oliveira, 54, House Wife - Retired Surfer siblings • Adriana Santos Oliveira (sister) , Ana Santos Oliveira (sister), João Santos Oliveira (brother) important people •Agustín Ignacio Flores - Husband Izzie - Adoptive Daughter from Auggie hometown • Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (born); Brasilia, Brazil (raised) overall history • Ora is the first, and unexpected, born to Carlos and Maria Santos Oliveira - born out of wedlock and to two unexpected teenagers in Rio de Janeiro. While Maria was from Rio, Carlos was originally from Brasilia, having moved to Rio to continue his training in Jiu Jitsu but the unexpected news of Ora caused him to balk at the idea of raising a baby without the help of family worried him, and he managed to convince Maria to relocate back to his home town and marry him. The move and pregnancy was trite for Maria - who had been a rising star in the young surfing scene and her ticket out of poverty - crushed before her eyes.
Thankfully, the support of her new family managed to lift her spirits and guide her through motherhood with Ora, and her three other children that followed. Growing up in Brasilia, Ora was the rough and tumble kind of girl, fiery and adventurous, always causing issues for Maria but Carlos insisted that she was just fine as long as she stayed out of trouble. The Santos Oliveira's were certainly not rich, nor were they middle class by Brazil's standards, but they managed to stay above poverty thanks to Carlos' instruction in Jiu Jitsu and he eventually went on to open his own Dojo. They children, to include Ora, would run around on the street and go off on adventurous - which lead to a lot of Ora's favorite past times being developed along with classes from their Father.
The strong sense of family and loyalty was always crushed into their little noggins though, and they enjoyed their time as a unit - particularly for dinners, large gatherings on Sundays, and then holidays such as Carnival and Christmas. Maria also liked to have her children help her with cooking and tending to their small garden for growing their own produce - the very things she was taught by her own mother and determined to pass down to the next generation.
Ora's parents held her to accountability, both as their first born and to set an example for her younger siblings, they wanted her to complete school - no matter what and they got by with savings with the idea of getting her out of Brazil for schooling. Truth be told, Ora found school work taxing to her brain, it was hard to concentrate when she could be out in the concrete wilderness doing her own thing. But she loved her parents, and as she became a teenager and the realities of their life started to sink in, Ora buckled down to grind through it. Once she had put her mind to it - school became easier to deal with, it became fast to her and she would help out her siblings when she didn't understand it. She'd also get angry at her teacher since she thought she knew more then them.
Upon completing high school - the first of her family, Ora then went to college and got her degree in teaching, with a specialty concentrating in early development and young children. For the first time in her life, she wanted to see beyond Brazil. The young woman did a little bit of jumping around for a while - always picking small, quiet places that were affordable for her to live yet provided enough of a surrounding for her to really explore and continue her adventurous. When she hit her early thirties, she ended up in Hickstead, UK as a Pre K teacher at Hickstead Secondary School. A quiet town, she had no plan to stay more than her usual two years, but a year into her stay, fate and destiny appeared to have other plans for her.
She had a little girl in her class - one Isidora Flores, which led to an unexpected Parent Teacher conference one day with her rather attractive single dad, Agustin Flores. And while Ora knew that she should not pursue the parents of her students, there was just something there - a spark - which she felt like had never existed before her in life with a man. So she perused, and eventually started a relationship with Auggie - what she thought may just last for a year until she left, became something that made her want to stay in Hickstead a little more...well, permanently. And how she loved Auggie, he was everything to her. So when he proposed, she naturally said yes.
And the rest has been a happily ever after for Ora. Well, other than the occasional growing pains between a mother and her now teenage daughter <3
the role player
alias • forever age • n/a other characters • the herd