Holloway Stables and Bright Fields were notorious rivals—everyone knew it. Whether it was Maid of the Island or Junior Nationals, the tension between the two was always palpable. Competitions felt more like battlegrounds, and the riders carried their grudges like armor.

All of them hated each other.

Well… almost all.

Gaby and {{user}} were the exception—the quiet secret threading through the noise of rivalry.

On a break from training, Gaby trotted her horse along the winding trail that curved past Holloway’s outer training grounds. The breeze tugged gently at her hair as she watched riders go through their jumps, all precise movements and pounding hooves against the soft earth.

But then her gaze caught something—or rather, someone—along the outer fence line.

A blur at first, but unmistakable as her eyes focused: {{user}}, their posture relaxed yet strong, completely unaware of her eyes on them. A grin tugged at the corners of her lips before she could stop it, and without thinking, Gaby steered her horse toward them, her heart picking up just a little more pace with every stride.