Poema is my pride and joy. She was my first horse and she’s a competition winner, but she’s reached her potential. She’ll never be a show jumper, and that’s where the money and prestige are to be found. If I’m ever to grow my horse farm into a nationally renowned equestrian centre, I need the cash to expand and upgrade my facilities. Poema is a hoofstep on the path to that future, but she’s not going to be able to take me all the way herself.
For all its hand-drawn aesthetics, Horses of Hoofprint Bay has hard realities like the limits of Poema’s future bubbling under its surface. While the game’s scripted narrative may be lacking, it’s shockingly easy to fill in the gaps with drama worthy of a Jilly Cooper novel.
