Brooklyn couldn't help but to laugh when the boy applauded her on finding the leather cleaner - after the chaos that had ensued just seconds earlier, it felt like an accomplishment to find it the mess. She was surprised on his lack of laughter, maybe it was an English thing even though he didn't seem the least bit stuffy to her. At his offer for assistance, Brooklyn's brown eyes looked around for a moment, weighing her situation before glancing back at him and smiled, "You know, I don't think I'll say no to help." While the teenager was often one who thought she could handle everything on her own, a mess of this size was a different matter, "Does the manager have a rhym or reason to how things are stuffed back into their boxes?"

She pushed herself up now and peered over the mess and winced a little bit, "Unless...all of this is partially boarders stuff." Oh goodness, what a living nightmare if she had somehow messed with the belongings to all the boarders of Seven Oaks. Someone was definingly going to kill her. At least introductions were pasted them now, "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you Othello! And thanks for bailing me out. Where's Exeter? Is it a cute, quaint country town like Hickstead?" From what Brooklyn could tell of the UK, it had big sprawling metropolitan cities and then a few stops later on the train, you could be in a nice little countryside hub.

Her face lit up when prompted about her horse, "I believe he's doing great! He'll be finishing up quarantine real soon and heading here - less than a week. So I am looking forward to his arrival. I think the cold might shock him though - we'll see. I've been riding the lesson horses with Twilight absent." Then something dawned on Brooklyn, "What about you? Do you own a horse here? I must admit I don't think I've seen you around before." And it felt a little bit embarrassing to admit that, seeing as she was here all the time. With that thought, Brooklyn got to work on cleaning up.

Laugh it off and let it go and when you wake up it will seem so yesterday

The pair were making their way through some brush and trees, the waterfall must be close since Brooklyn was fairly certain she could hear the faint sounds of rushing water. They had to be close to it now. Apparently, they were not the only ones though as the teenager heard a sharp whistle cut through the air. The sound gave both her and Twilight pause, as the mustang whickered lowly and tossed his head at the at the unexpected sound. Brooklyn sat deep in the saddle as he danced a little bit, and she did her best to regain his focus and attention before looking over.

Brown eyes caught the sight of a girl and her horse now. They made quite the good looking pair - the horse and rider, her shades of blue outfit balancing nice against her horse's almost complete white fur, "Turn around?" Brooklyn called out now, glancing back towards the direction in which she had been heading before looking back at the pair, who drew closer now, "But isn't that the way to the waterfall?!" Great, had it turned out she had been wrong? The fifteen year old had been so certain that she had been going the right way. Sighing, deciding that stubbornness wasn't going to win her any favors, redirected Twilight now to join the other two.

Upon closer inspection, Brooklyn didn't recognize either horse or rider, so decided it was best to introduce herself now, "I'm Brooklyn by the way, he's Twilight. And...I guess...we're lost."

Laugh it off and let it go and when you wake up it will seem so yesterday

It seemed to take the young woman a moment or two to notice her and register that she was being talked to, but Brooklyn didn't mind. She knew herself that if she had been reading the latest edition of Pony Magazine, she'd be ignoring the rest of the world also. Brown eyes watched as the Blonde pulled out wireless ear buds now, which made the lag in a response even more reasonable now. Although, all of this waiting had the fifteen year old practically wanting to bounce out of her skin - she was just so excited to meet another horse girl, or, well, assumed horse girl that is.

"Ah yes! Lotta Beckmanns, right? I hear here and her pony made it to the German Youth Rider's Pony Squad A," Brooklyn said now, thrilled to be able to show off her knowledge and, perhaps, obsession. There wasn't a rider that she didn't know about, or at least, she liked to think she knew everyone there was in the horse world - no matter the nationality. The blonde had an accent, one that felt a little diluted as if it were a mix of United Kingdom and something else...German? Maybe that's why she had been so interested in the cover photo. Either way, Brooklyn now had a name to the face: Emma, "Well. It's a pleasure to meet you Emma. And yeah, my parents dragged me here because of their work, but military brat, so I am kinda used to it by now. Although...this is my first time overseas. Are you from around here?"

The fifteen year old took another good look over Emma now, but she didn't recognize her from Seven Oaks and she looked a year or two older than her, which meant by Brooklyn's understanding, they would not be in high school or 'secondary school' as she understood it. "Do you ride? I'm just starting at Seven Oaks," Brooklyn commented now, eagerly watching the blonde now for some hint of added equestrian vibe.

Laugh it off and let it go and when you wake up it will seem so yesterday

No matter how many days its been since she'd move to Hickstead and started riding at Seven Oaks, Brooklyn Hazelton felt like she was forever exploring her new barn. She hadn't fallen short of discovering new things: whether it was to look where you stepped on the trails, that she was too short to grab things from the top of the lockers in the break room, or that Twilight had taken to some new friends - there was always something new to be discovered. Today was no different when she overheard, okay okay more like eavesdrop, that there was a breeding barn on the grounds that housed the foals. The foals! Aka Baby Horses and who didn't want to go stare at some baby horses?

The teenager had to think to herself about all the barns on the ground, and realized there was one off to side that she had never checked out. Brooklyn had been so enamored with getting Twilight settled in and attempting to make friends that she had overlooked it. But she was about to take care of that small problem. It occurred to her that she wasn't even sure if she was even allowed to go look at the baby horses. Maybe teenagers and baby horses didn't fair well or these were like, secret baby horses. Brooklyn thought about going to ask one of the other students about it, or use it an excuse to talk to Ronan Slade, before thinking better of it. She was just going to roll rogue.

And off she went, to the breeding barn and sneaking inside of it. There was a lull in the barn, with its mood lighting and rustic rafters. Peering around, it would seem that there was nobody around - not that she could tell. Given it was the middle of the day and pony camps were in full session, the stablehands and teachers were significantly busy, and thank god, because the idea of getting caught by River Bloom sneaking around sounded utterly terrifying. Brooklyn listened a little bit more, before feeling confident that nobody was around and headed down the stall aisles. Picking one stall, she peered over it and felt herself squeal just a little bit, "Oh my goodness, you're adorable."

Laugh it off and let it go and when you wake up it will seem so yesterday

It had appeared that in all of her excitement of arriving in the United Kingdom and being reunited with Twilight after he had gotten shipped off and quarantined, that she had forgotten to aggressively clean her tack when it had come out of storage. And by gods, Brooklyn Hazelton couldn't believe that she had subjected herself, her breeches, and most importantly, Twilight, to that stench and particles of who knows what. The fifteen year old had kept this lapse in judgement to herself when she left their house for the day and bicycled out to Seven Oaks Stables, knowing that if she said anything to any one of her family members, it would end up in a stern talking to about responsibility - well, from her parents that is. Carrie would just rat her out. And if there was one thing Brooklyn didn't need, it was another lecture about responsibility.

The move to the United Kingdom couldn't have come soon enough, and thank god it happened during summer, since Brooklyn hoped that it meant that her parents would forget about her struggling grades from her freshmen year of high school in Texas. They happened to coincide with her first meeting of Twilight and going down the rabbit hole of becoming a 'horse girl' as the other kids had liked to make fun of her for. She didn't care though, not loving horses was their loss. Her old stables and the riders there had made up for it. They didn't, however, make up for her average to below average grades which had become a mild contention point. Brooklyn didn't see why school mattered, at least not stuff like English, and math, and History, when they had nothing to do with horses. Another loosing argument though in her parents eyes - they just didn't seem to get her.

Ditching her bike in the stable parking lot, she ran to the Barn, first to say hello to Twilight who was cooling off in the fans of his stall, before making her way to the tack and feed room. Her stuff already had a nice locker to stay in, which she still needed to decorate the inside of and put a name plate up on. But naturally, decorating was not her goal for the day. At least, it wasn't the first. She pulled out her saddle and bridle, making a face at it's state, "How did I let this happen," she muttered to herself. When she pulled her kit box though, Brooklyn was startled to make a discovery: there was no cleaner. "Crap," the teenager muttered to herself. There had to be some around here, and surely, nobody would mind if she just borrowed some cleaner.

Brown eyes did a quick glance around the tack room, before spotting a familiar jug - or at least, the British equivalent to it. Naturally, it was up high though, on the very top of the lockers poking out of a box or something, "Okay...You got this Brookie," she muttered to herself. What was a little height difference to her? Grabbing a small step stool, Brooklyn placed it by the lockers and got up on it. Still a little too short, so she raised herself onto her tip toes, "Almost...there," she muttered, gritting through her teeth as her hands managed to pull on the box, "I got-" but before she could bask in the joy of her triumph, she lost her balance and not only did the box of cleaning supplies come with her, it swiped down a number of other boxes as well in an avalanche of cardboard, bottles, buckets, and brushes. Brooklyn had wiped out onto the ground, thankfully avoiding knocking her head. Sitting up, brown eyes surveyed the chaos that she had caused, "I am so dead."

Laugh it off and let it go and when you wake up it will seem so yesterday