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Name: Genevieve Sterling
Age: 23
Discipline: Dressage
Breeds: Knabstrupper Pony
Level: M
Rising talent in the dressage circuit, consistently earning recognition at the M level.
Applauded for her ability to bring out the Knabstrupper Pony’s natural rhythm and expressive gaits.
Building a reputation as a rider who blends tradition with artistry, making her performances both technically sound and visually unforgettable.
Advocate for rare and heritage breeds, showcasing the Knabstrupper Pony’s versatility in modern sport.
Passionate about equestrian storytelling, often presenting her horses with names and themes that carry mythic or cinematic resonance.
Dedicated to training methods that emphasize trust, patience, and partnership, believing that true dressage is as much about connection as it is about competition.
If you’re looking for the girl most likely to set fire to a pedigree chart just to stay warm, look no further than Genevieve “Gen” Stirling.
The Colorstride team tracked her down to a derelict paddock on the edge of the circuit, where the fences are held together by sheer willpower and Gen’s own terrifyingly focused gaze. After her spectacular, bridge-burning exit from Briarwood Academy, most assumed she’d retired to a life of quiet luxury. Instead, she did the most "Stirling" thing possible: she chopped off her hair, donned a coat that smelled of wet wool and rebellion, and spent six months gaslighting the entire show-jumping world into thinking she was a teenage boy named "Gene."
Gen is the living embodiment of a "don't touch" sign. While the Briarwood elite are busy obsessing over braiding tape and matching saddle pads, Gen is usually found in the back of a rusted trailer, fixing a broken stirrup leather with baling twine and a glare that could peel paint. She doesn't ride for the ribbons—frankly, we suspect she uses them for kindling—she rides for the pure, unadulterated spite of it.
Her "secret" was finally blown in a mud-caked collision with the perpetually dramatic Jean-Luc Dubois, who spent half the season trying to "toughen up" the boy he thought was his rival, only to realize he was actually being schooled by the very woman who once made Briarwood’s trophy room look like her personal closet. The look on Jean-Luc’s face when her helmet came off was worth the price of admission alone; it was the first time we’ve ever seen him speechless, and trust us, the man has an opinion on everything down to the pH of the wash-rack water.
The Colorstride Insider Tip: Do not—under any circumstances—mention the word "academy" within earshot of her. Gen’s training philosophy is less "equitation" and more "urban warfare on horseback." She specializes in the "lost causes"—the horses that have dumped every Olympic hopeful from here to Wellington—and somehow makes them look like they’d follow her into a burning building.
Rumor has it she still carries her old Briarwood gold medal in her pocket, not as a memento, but as a reminder of exactly what she’s trying to beat. She’s lean, she’s mean, and she’s the only person we know who can make a thrift-store tweed coat look like a threat.