Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Violet looked over the water of the pier, happy to see the waves come crashing over the pebbles and hitting the worn-down wood. After what felt like weeks of planning, Stephen and Violet were able to nail down a time and date to get fish and chips. It was also a belated birthday celebration for Vi. She wasn’t expecting anything to happen, or for anyone to remember, but her boss, Kegan, had managed to throw her a shindig at the ranch. A cake and a milkshake bar. Even a card with a gift. Her parents sent her tickets to a concert, which vi happily dragged Perdi to.
She had considered what to wear for today’s excursion. Cute? Jeans? Violet didn’t know why she was considering all the effort, as she wasn’t here to impress Stephen. Her crush unfortunately was in a relationship and had been for a year now. She was happy for him, but it still kind of broke her. It took all her willpower not to go barreling into the city when she caught wind about what happened to Stephen and his girlfriend, Mal – a few weeks ago.
Looking a bit defeated, Violet chose something casual, but a bit nicer than usual. If Stephen wouldn’t look at her that way, she was sure she would get someone to look at her. Violet waited patiently, leaning on the railing – her long black hair following the wind patterns. She told herself to have fun, and she would make sure of it.
“A bit, yeah. Rides well if you're experienced. Would you be interested?”
Violet thought for a moment. She really was here to look but how could she say no? The horse's energy was entertaining to her, and he hadn't shown any kind of angst towards her. Keyword yet. There was a bit of silence before she allowed herself this moment.
“Yeah, I'd like to test ride if possible.”
“Great, I can get him all set up for you. I'll meet you outside once he's all geared up.” Violet nodded as she handed off the lead. Auggie gave Bovi one more round of snacks before leading the horse to be geared up.
Well, it was doomsday. Not really, but it felt like it. Everyone on the ranch was on edge now and nobody could blame them. The ranch was up for sale. What would happen to them? What would happen to the animals? Work still had to be done, but it was hard to focus. Violet, a diligent rider- was so up in her head - she almost missed a cue.
Thankfully, the workday was over, and the cattle were in their rightful pasture for the time being. She sat on the porch near the main building, legs pulled up to her chest as she rocked back and forth in the white swing. A glass of lemonade with strawberries in it sat on a coaster next to her.
She considered texting her parents about everything but opted to see if anyone would join her in her mourning. Better to be prepared for dissatisfaction, right? At least the weather of the day made things a bit more tolerable.
Her friend was right. Violet was most likely all worked up about an issue that one hundred percent wasn't an issue. But her brain was becoming a 16 year old boy obsessed brain. She didn't know why either. Sure, opposites attract, but how much so? Maybe she was thinking of the wrong things, but nevertheless - her ancestors would guide her at something. Now, she was probably some form of entertainment.
Violet gave a small nod. “Absolutely. I don't know how much more info I'll be able to get from my coworkers to be honest. The ranch is…not doing well.” While the owner did his best to keep things under the table, he forgot his employees were very observant. It left a sour taste in her mouth, but thankfully - her panini was cool enough to make her cheeks look like a chipmunk.
“We talk all the time, in person – texting...but he on occasion will keep bringing up other women’s names. And I see him all close with this red-headed chick,” Violet frowned. What did she have that she didn’t have? Was she not feminine enough? That was something that she had a few people say she was lacking. Violet couldn’t help but love being in jeans and rolling around in mud.
Violet took another violent sip of her sugary drink, ash listened to Perdi’s response to her inquiry. “Oh, wow. Well, if you ever need another place to crash – you let me know,” Violet offered. She thought a bit about the question about Grey. “Ah yeah, I know him. He helps Tenya, the ranch farrier on occasion. I don’t know too much about him, but Tenaya may. Or some of the other ranch hands?”
Violet could help but cringe that she got something about her coworker wrong. “Ah, gosh, I’m sorry! I guess I was thinking about someone else then...There seems to be a lot of photographers around nowadays,” Vi laughed. “I just remember you did some kind of art thing. But who knows, I could be wrong there too,” she added with a snort. Vi took a sip of her beverage, making sure it would last for a little longer.
“I would count that,” Vi smiled, but her eyes caught something in her peripheral. The customer who walked in was hovering quite close to the small trinkets. Her Spidey senses went off. “That customer that just walked in…is giving some weird vibes right now.”
It's the Blue Bird Cafe. Are you going to go all Journalist PI on them?
I mean, I would rather hear you rant versus being mooed at by the cows or Bovi begging for treats lmao. But we could def get some ice cream after if you want?
“Family drama, huh? Can't tell if I’m jealous or not. But it must be big enough to leave Spain!” Vi took a sip of her drink, before pulling her knees up to her chest like some gremlin looking over a fire. Violet only knew what Perdi shared with her, but she always respected that. She wasn’t someone that pried too much. Unless of course..it was Stephen.
“I don’t know if I’m having troubles per se, but the guy is the complete opposite of what I would find myself attracted to. Or I’m having a hard time figuring out if it’s an actual attraction or I’m being a bit in denial or whatever it is.” Violet didn’t know if her words made sense, but if there was anyone that would knock something into her – Perdi would. “He’s all lanky…sure, he can throw a punch. But he has like a personal vendetta against horses. Paler than my ass in winter…like what the fuck?” Violet let out a weird huff before poking at her panini, feeling that it was still too hot to hold in her hand comfortably.
“Anyway..are you finding Hickstead decent enough? Do you plan on staying here for a while?” If Perdi was only here for a fun time, and not a long time – Violet was happy that she was able to run into her.
“Yeah, that’s right. It makes coming to work here harder sometimes,” she laughed. “But at least I’m not stuck with the afternoon shift before the 4 am shift.” It was one of the times that Violet was happy that the ranch provided housing, making commuting a lot easier. She was dressed and at work faster than if she needed to drive.
She heard the bell of the door go off. “Welcome to the Tack store. Let us know if you need help with anything.” The customer didn’t respond but most of them never did.
Violet turned her attention to Skye again. “How's your photography going?”
“Good job Bovi,” the man said, giving the horse a good pat on the neck. He turned his attention to Violet, which probably made her nervous since it was this father's look, almost as if she was about to be in trouble. “You’re quite the handler,” he commented.
“I work at the ranch, sir.”
“That makes sense. I’m Auggie. The horse you help catch is Bovi. He’s a bit of an escape artist as you can tell.”
“he’s a beautiful horse,” Violet said, giggling a bit at the softness of the nose and sniffing at her. No matter what the horse, the feeling of the horse's nose on the skin – always was welcomed. “have you been here long, buddy?” she asked, knowing full well that he wouldn’t respond. But what horse people didn’t talk to their horses?