Blue Ridge is a fictional town located deep in the heart of Kentucky. It is home to one of the most well known equestrian academies in the United States. Students and staff from all over the world join the academy for what it has to offer. Do you have what it takes to join us and learn from the Academy?
Post by Charlotte LeClerc on Jan 3, 2018 17:29:49 GMT -8
Lottie hummed cheerily to herself as she wandered across the campus, map in one hand and a rather large suitcase in the other. To be fair, said suitcase did contain very nearly all the belongings that she had broughtt with her- she had, over the course of a long and varied life, learned the benefits of travelling light. She just had her laptop to bring in from the car; she'd felt no worries about leaving it there. This was not, she could tell at a glance, the kind of place where one's things disappeared.
The building was large and friendly-looking, although Lottie didn't think much of the colour scheme; she was sure that there were some much nicer shades of green which could have been used. Still, she wasn't there to critique the architecture but to look after the students, and that would presumably involve going inside. Having approached the building from the wrong side, she had to walk three quarters of the way around before she found a door and then, with some difficulty, managed to get it open. For a moment she stood and took in the scene and then, realising that she was letting the cold air in, she stepped inside and closed the door.
Post by Kekona Hanson on Jan 19, 2018 20:23:23 GMT -8
Kona locked her door behind her and then headed down the stairs, planning on getting Casper out for a ride and then going and seeing the mare at the vet clinic - In her mind, she'd started calling her Mary, like the ship that had been found without people. However, as she headed for the door to the building, she spotted a woman - Older than a student, certainly! - standing there.
"Uh." Kona put on the brakes, her mind scrambling, and then she offered a small smile, "May I help you?"
Post by Charlotte LeClerc on Jan 20, 2018 9:31:33 GMT -8
The greying blonde glanced up at the sound of a human voice, and offered a smile as she spotted a student standing and looking somewhat nonplussed, which she had to say that she couldn't blame the girl for. She was, after all, an unfamiliar face standing in the middle of the student accommodation, and however much Lottie might flatter herself, she knew very well that there was no way on earth that she would ever pass as a sixteen year old. She just couldn't help herself... "I don't know, can you?" the Frenchwoman enquired. "We won't have met. I'm Charlotte LeClerc." She smiled. "Head of Green Ribbon House as of this morning. So, you run the place do you?"
Post by Kekona Hanson on Jan 28, 2018 18:08:14 GMT -8
Kona flushed bright red at the woman's last question, "No ma'am, nothing like that. It was just a question." Well, that was just a nice way of getting to know the head of house. "Sometimes parents get lost bringing things up, or whatever." More regularly than a new head of house walked in, certainly!
Post by Charlotte LeClerc on Jan 29, 2018 11:38:52 GMT -8
Lottie smiled. "Don't panic so!" she exclaimed. "Merely a joke." The Frenchwoman dropped her case unceremoniously, only then recalling that her fragile items were packed near the bottom. Still, nothing had smashed audibly, so she would simply have to pray for the best. She held out her hand to the girl. "A pleasure to meet you!" she exclaimed genuinely. "And you are...?"
Post by Kekona Hanson on Feb 3, 2018 6:52:26 GMT -8
Now Kona really wasn't sure about this woman - But it sounded like they'd have a lot of time to get used to her. She took the woman's hand as it was offered and shook, "Kekona Hanson, but most people call me Kona. I'm in room five." Ms. LeClerc would find that out anyway, so there was no harm in offering that information, "Did you have a good trip, ma'am?"
Post by Charlotte LeClerc on Feb 4, 2018 9:14:50 GMT -8
Charlotte nodded as she absorbed the girl's name. "A pleasure." she repeated, shaking the girl's hand before reaching down once more to pick up her case. "My journey was... well, it was long, to tell you the truth, but it could have been worse." She smiled. "The flight seemed to come via everywhere between Sydney and Monte Carlo, but I'm here now, and that's what counts, isn't it?"
Post by Kekona Hanson on Feb 6, 2018 21:29:19 GMT -8
Kona smiled slightly at that admission - Having felt the exact same way when she had arrived at the Academy. She might not technically be from another country, but Alaska might as well be, by distance. "Yes ma'am. I had a ten-hour flight myself, it was quite the trip to get here."
Post by Charlotte LeClerc on Feb 8, 2018 14:38:21 GMT -8
Charlotte threw up her arms in exasperation. "Sacre bleu!" she exclaimed melodramatically. "The Americans are supposed to be informal, are they not? Please, Kona! I am not the Queen of England! For St. Joan's sake, please, don't call me ma'am!" The greying blonde took a deep breath. "I'm not a teacher, Kona. Call me Charlotte, call me Lottie, call me Lady Jane Grey for all I care, but do not call me ma'am!"
Post by Kekona Hanson on Mar 20, 2018 12:10:04 GMT -8
Kona shrugged at the exasperation of the woman, "I guess that is something they say abroad about Americans." She took in the acceptable forms of address and then nodded, "Yes, I'll do that in the future." She paused, "You probably want some time to settle in. I should go check on my horse. It was nice meeting you," she paused, catching herself, "Charlotte."