Welcome to Eisenhof

Eisenhof is a sim-game stable. The horses, riders, facilities and show awards mentioned here are not real. Pictures of real-life horses are only for illustration purposes. Any given information does not apply to the pictured horses. Texts are written with the help of A.I.

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Sofietje

2021 Black Friesian mare

V-LN: 5832285

Barn Name: Sophie

Genotype: EE aa

Breeder: N.A., Created

Rider: Shariif Faandhe

Discipline: Combined Driving

Current Level: Kl. E

Potential: Kl. S

When Shariif Faandhe applied for a summer internship at Zevenlanden Friesian Stud Farm—nestled deep in the pastoral belt of the Netherlands—he envisioned a peaceful escape: slow-moving horses, the soft hush of meadows, and time to reflect. What awaited him instead was a plunge

into equestrian mastery’s living heartbeat.

Zevenlanden wasn’t merely a stud farm. Under the care of third-generation breeder Anke van der Meer, it had evolved into a sanctuary of intuition, precision, and reverence for the Friesian breed. The horses moved like folklore made flesh—their coats ink-dark and luminous even beneath the drizzle. And among them stood Sofietje: barely three,

wildly observant, and defiantly untamed, with a streak of independence that unsettled even seasoned handlers.

Shariif’s introduction was unglamorous. Muck and hay, early dawns and late collapses. But he paid attention—not just to tasks, but to the small silences in each stall, the flicker of mood in a horse’s gaze. His quiet confidence caught Anke’s eye. She soon entrusted him with work reserved for senior staff and eventually welcomed him into Sofietje’s training circle.

Sofietje’s lineage traced back to the acclaimed stallion Wybren 464, known for his explosive drive and balanced conformation. But potential alone isn’t enough when trust is missing. Sofietje wasn’t receptive. She sidestepped halters, resisted harnesses, and disrupted routines. Many labeled her “spirited” —a tidy euphemism for “challenging.” But Shariif saw something else: a keen intelligence disguised as rebellion.

He met her resistance with patience. Unstructured walks. Hours together in the paddock without reins or expectations. He studied her rhythm— startled by sudden movement, calmed by a steady beat. His approach wasn’t about control—it was about conversation.

By midsummer, Sofietje’s transformation was undeniable. Her mock run through the Combined Driving arena turned skeptics into believers. Precision between cones, responsiveness to voice and rein—it wasn’t mere aptitude; it was a symphony of trust. Anke stood quietly at the edge of the field, then walked over.

“She’s yours,” she said. “Not sold—paired. Friesians choose, and she’s chosen you.”