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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Amanda had made sure that Waylon settled into his new home before she headed off to the tack store. She needed to buy feed, supplements and some warmer blankets for her horse. After closing the car door, she entered the address of the tack store into her phone and allowed the navigation system to guide her. Thoughts of Keegan came flooding back into her mind as she drove along. She couldn't believe she actually had the courage to leave - and take Waylon with her.
She turned into the turn lane and entered the parking lot of the tack store. It seemed as if there were a lot of people there as the lot was full, but Amanda was able to find the last spot. The woman locked her car and headed inside. With the ring of the doorbell, she entered - amazed by the selection. The dark haired woman headed towards the blanket section after taking a moment to glance at the Western show outfits. One thing she forgot about was that England was much cooler than Tennessee. She stood in front of the blanket display - glad they had a variety of color options.
Galaxy 'Alax' Walker nearly had a start when she saw the time on her phone, and promptly rolled out of her bed and hit the floor on the balls of her feet and the palms of her hands. The chill in the air hit her stark skin, further pushing her awake better than a cup of coffee. Green eyes looked to the windows of her house boat quickly, "At least I remembered to close the curtains," she muttered to herself as she set off to get herself cleaned and dressed. She really needed a job to put her on track - not only for money, but for the need of a schedule so she would stop sleeping in so late.
A few hours later, the young woman was standing on high street down town, green eyes staring blankly as she decided on what to do. The problem with being nomadic in Europe is always starting over once laying down new roots - something that Galaxy often forgot about once the problem presented itself once more. The good news was that she knew what kind of work she wanted to do - and one of the marina workers informed her that there was an equestrian tack store in downtown Hickstead. With her steely determination set now, the young woman wandered the main street until she stumbled upon it and headed inside. Warmth and the smell of leather greeted her like a warm thread, the bell signaling her arrival.
Thankfully, nobody descended upon her though. She wasn't one for much talk, and considering she was only looking for work rather than buying, it was best this way. The one problem though was that there wasn't a bulletin board posted by the front. That signature Galaxy Walker frown set in, realizing she was going to have to venture in further to look for it, "Great," she muttered to herself, as she stalked forward into the store and its aisles on her hunt. It took a minute or two, given she refused to talk to anyone, but Galaxy finally spotted the bulletin board over by the blanket section, and even from her distance, green eyes made out a few flyers that said 'Help Wanted'. The young woman rushed forward, eager to get to it when someone accidently stepped back to admire the colors of the blankets, and Galaxy more or less crashed right into them, "Shit," Galaxy muttered, before looking to the older woman now, barely able to hold her eye contact, "Sorry...I didn't see...you."
Amanda was amazed of the selection the tack store had. As Waylon was boarded at a training barn, she paid the barn staff there to buy Waylon the blankets he needed. She didn't realize she was so focused on horse blankets to realize someone else had entered the store as well.
As the older brunette shuffled down to look at the next blanket, she felt someone run into her. It caused Amanda to stumble, thankful she didn't lose her balance completely - able to catch herself just in time. "Oof. It's alright. Are you by chance in a hurry or something? I'm new around here and I'd enjoy having some help picking out some new things for my horse." Amanda was more than capable of doing it herself, but a second opinion on new blankets for Waylon was always good.
It took her a moment to realize what the blonde woman was looking for - the job board seemed to grab the other woman's attention. "You aren't looking for a job are you?" She hadn't noticed the bulletin board before, but this also was her first time in the store. A navy colored rain sheet caught her eye, it was something that would look good on the dark bay stallion. She used her hand and pulled the sample out to get a better look at it, putting it back as she realized the color of the piping wasn't something she liked.
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Fifty-three - riding instructor at Helping Hooves - Separated
Apparently she had slammed into an older woman with enough force to nearly cause her to stumble. Alax's heart nearly jumped up into her mouth, where suddenly the world around her felt like slow motion. Her hand shot forward, grabbing the woman by the arm to make sure she didn't fall over while the woman managed to catch herself. Together, it felt like they both collectively let loose a sigh of relief before relaxing. Quickly, Alax let her hand drop now as she issued her apology.
The woman, shockingly, didn't seem upset at all by her, and actually invited her to help look at horse blankets. Alax found herself gawking, before looking over her shoulder, making sure that the brunette wasn't actually talking to an employee. Confirming she wasn't though, the young woman returned her gaze, "Uh...well," her gaze looked passed the older woman now, to the 'help wanted' board. It would seem that gave her intentions away, as the following up question came: "You aren't looking for a job are you?" It was so direct, but Alax appreciated direct, "I am actually...new to town. I don't ride anymore...but I'm still good at mucking a stall and tacking up a horse." Blue eyes watched as the woman inspected a blanket before finding it dissatisfactory and replacing it, "I'm Alax...what does your horse look like?" Because she supposed that after nearly knocking the older woman, she could help her pick out a blanket.
It didn't take long for Amanda to regain her balance. She thankfully didn't embarrass herself and fall over. The woman tended to lean towards the graceful side - showing her true Southern Belle side. She nodded to the woman, understanding as she was newish herself. "I'd check with Helping Hooves. I just started coaching there and I do remember the owners saying they were looking for more stable hands." She wasn't quite familiar with the other barns yet, though she was curious to know more about them.
"Alax? That's some sort of nickname..right?" She raised her eyebrow at the unique name. Her parents gave her a boring, normal name but she really didn't mind it. If someone called her Mandy, they'd get the death glare from her. "He's a dark bay, here let me show you a picture." Of course the woman had hundreds of pictures of her horse - especially after deleting all the pictures of herself and Keegan together. The woman pulled out her iPhone and opened the photo app, clicking on the most recent photo of Waylon. "I'm looking for mainly a rain sheet, if that helps." Somehow his got lost in the move, though she often wondered if the stallion destroyed it before he left the USA. "Where did you move here from anyway?"
Without a doubt, the best way to get to know me is through my music
thanks aofie!
Fifty-three - riding instructor at Helping Hooves - Separated
