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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It was American Thanksgiving, Amanda's first by herself. There was a tinge of sadness throughout the day. though she kept herself busy. Riding Waylon and coaching lessons took up her morning and most of her afternoon. She left Helping Hooves and headed off to the Market in town.
After her drive through the countryside, she made it to the Market. It was something she had heard about from a few of her clients. Having fresh produce in her home was something that was important to her and there was nothing better than fresh produce. She headed towards the market stalls, stopping at one that was selling fresh eggs. Amanda began chatting with the employee, turning to see someone else. "Have you bought eggs here before?" She read the various small signs, shocked to read that they even had some exotic eggs for sale.
"Sorry if I startled you, didn't mean to catch you off guard. I'm Amanda, just moved here not that long ago." That was the test to see if the other woman recognized her, she would be happy if she didn't. Meeting fans now meant having to explain the whole Keegan situation.
Without a doubt, the best way to get to know me is through my music.
thanks aofie!
Fifty-two - riding instructor at Helping Hooves - Separated
Whitney didn’t know why her grocery list had gotten so long. While she rarely shopped for anything more than to feed her and Nate, a spur-of-the-moment dinner party invite – had her scrambling. She didn’t know why they had agreed to attend but having a reason to see friends outside of work – was always good for the couple that seemed to avoid a good chunk of downtime. Plus, it would be a good mental break from thinking about the final exams Whitney was planning.
Bundled up a bit looser than those around her, Whitney walked the aisles of the farm stand—a lot of familiar faces, mainly from being neighbors – but also a few new ones. The stands seem to have changed over the few years she had been in town.
As she was eyeing some quail eggs, someone approached her. Thankfully, Whitney did not scare easily. “Ah, hey! I have yeah. Nice to meet you, I’m Whitney. This stand has never failed me for eggs. Though, it’ll depend on what kind you’re looking for.”
Amanda had thankfully never been much of a city girl, often going with her parents to the Market on the weekends. Maybe that's why the American found herself there - to remind her of her family, who for once in her life weren't living close to her anymore. "Whitney? That's a nice name. I'm actually just looking for chicken eggs. Do they sell more than just that here?" It only took her a moment to realize the answer as soon as she read the signage with the prices. The woman couldn't take back her comment now. "Have you been living here long? I just moved here a few weeks ago so any tips or fun things you can do around here I'd appreciate." Amanda was slightly fascinated by the fact that the eggs came in different colors. She hadn't ever lived on a farm with chickens, so the McKenzie family always bought their eggs from another local farmer or from the grocery store. The older woman picked up a carton of eggs and opened it, carefully checking each egg in case they were cracked.
Without a doubt, the best way to get to know me is through my music
thanks aofie!
Fifty-two - riding instructor at Helping Hooves - Separated
“Oh yeah, there’s duck eggs, goose, and on occasion quail. I’ve had the duck – but I hear other people like the others, too.” Whitney was a pretty open eater, as she grew up in a household that wasted nothing. She had brought it up once, that she loved a good blood sausage – and some people were not impressed.
“I’ve lived here for a few years now, so I’ve managed to find a few people that aren’t too pricey. You must look around a bit and scout things out,” she smiled. “It’s a nice area if you like nature and all that. If not, then I don’t know what to tell you.”