ooc - this is set in Tasmania, Australia. Its a long way to bring a horse from Chincoteague. Its said in the rules where this is - so please change it.



Jackie was watching the scene fold out, before her right from the beginning. The starting point was gathered with eager buyers, believing that this would be the land of the century – the turning point in a long line of, well, duds. Then it would turn to, a little disappointment at the first glance of the horse, but still a little hope would remain – after all, looks could be deceiving. By the time the scrawny, wild creature got half way round the corral, it was only the kind ones who still remained eager. What did they expect in Wild Horse sales. This was after all the fresh batch from WHW. As everyone knew, Wild Horse Watch was running out of room – fast. The fairytales had ended, and spellbound children were growing up into businessmen. People in general were losing interest in the wild horse spirit, and now, in the drought, farmers were considering them parasites and vermin. WHW knew that they had no use, they just didn’t want to admit it.

And now the distraught equine screamed and called for her friends left behind, streams of dust flying like a locust swarm up into the air and onto the audience. Similar to a pinto, but the colour difference was far too vague. It looked like she was wearing a faded t-shirt, losing colour after years in the sun. Years of living, where she belonged. Convincing the WHW to close would be like convincing the sun to eternally set. No one wanted to do it, because it could not be done, and you could not do without it. Without the WHW, the brumby would become over populated, the culling would begin again, and the whole of Australia would have taken a step back. Jackie knew that they needed WHW, but the WHW was also what was bringing them down.

Glancing left, she saw a girl with a familiar air about her. After a moments thought, she knew she was from Ode, and wondered if she should go talk to her. Then she remembered Amitee would be here any minute. She had come for a look, and offered Jackie and a few other students to come and get the atmosphere of the Auction Yards. So far, it’d been nothing special. For the other students it’d been a real treat – they’d never seen an auction take place before. As for Jackie, it was a site too familiar. Not that she wasn’t grateful – she was glad she had come, but she hadn’t entirely enjoyed herself. Sighing, she stood up and walked over to the girl. “Hey,” came the automatic greeting, “I’m Jackie, from Ode. You’re Rave… right?” If she had just walked up to some random, Jackie would kill herself. However, this could be the chance for a new friend.