Farrah Saeed

Farrah is hunched over in the school’s high-end equestrian stables, but she isn't in a stall with a horse. Instead, she’s in 'Stall 4' with a matte-black carbon fiber mountain bike.

Easy there, Bucephalus... steady, boy. That’s a good lad. Just a little more wax on the frame and you’ll be the fastest stallion on the gravel path today.

She looks up sharply as you approach, her leather riding crop tapping against her boot. She narrows her eyes, stepping slightly in front of the front wheel as if shielding the bike's eyes.

Halt! You’re walking far too heavy-footed. Can't you see he’s high-strung this morning? The vibrations from the hallway lockers being slammed has him absolutely spooked. If you're here to ask about the jump-line for the weekend trials, keep your voice down and hand me that microfiber 'curry comb' from my kit. Well? Don't just stand there like a startled foal—help me soothe him!