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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The summer Fair was here and Dahlia was excited for it. She had set up her stand to look rustic with stained wooden A frame shelves and metal cans to hide the plastic holding vessels. Everything was set up by height, with greenery poking through all the various floral options.
As she was organizing a few of the glass jars people could use as vases, she noticed someone approaching her stand. Dahlia gave a warm smile. “Good afternoon! Let me know if you need help with anything,” Dahlia greeted.
ahlia shook her head. “No, you can follow Sabine and help her put the food away,” she responded. “That will be easier to be done with two people.” Of course, there was more, but the teens couldn’t exactly avoid each other right now – and she had her system of bringing things in. Easier to do it herself than explain.
Dahlia slipped back outside and grabbed another cart of groceries, placing them near the entrance. After a third and final load, she locked her car and made her way further into the house. She entered the kitchen to see empty plastic bags strewn on the floor. It looked like Sabine had shown Justin the easiest way to deal with bags.
“How’s it going so far?” she asked, unloading some bags onto the table. Dahlia emptied bags and placed items into the freezer, fridge, and pantry. “I see no blood, so that’s good,” Dahlia teased.
Dahlia was extremely thankful that the holiday rush was over, even though the month of love was right around the corner. Today, she and her staff had mainly started to clean up and begin the process of drying flowers that weren't sold. They would be used for scent bags or for upcoming weddings as compostable confetti.
She was in the back when an employee let her know there was someone looking for her. Almost like an impish smirk on their face, which made Dahlia give them a suspicious look. But nevertheless, she was the boss and owner.
After washing her hands and drying them off, she made her way out to the front. Her rubber boots squelched a bit, and her apron covered in some dirt. A polite smile crossed her lips as Dahlia crossed the threshold. To see Jeremy, out of all people.
Dahlia listened as Izzy gave off her prompt, and her idea. She mulled over thoughts as Izzy showed her blueprints. There was a bit of a hill, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Not wanting to draw on Izzy's print, Dahlia fished for a piece of paper and drew out the plan. She grabbed a green pen to make her suggestions stand out. “With how the land is currently, I think having the retaining wall directly against the garage would be too tight. You could do a border that sits lower, maybe with some dimension of curve. The building is already kind of blocky, so adding too many rectangles or sharp corners might not be the best idea. At least in the front. Tall grasses are always a good choice as they do well in different locations. Anything near the garage we would guess has a bit more shade.”
The question posed to Dahlia wasn’t one she was surprised about. But she also knew that there were some people who believed there was a hard line in gardening for commercial and domestic use. While the architecture was different, the formula was pretty much the same. “Oh, sure. Yes, I’ve done a lot of homes. Various designs and looks for each.”
She motioned Izzy to take a seat, since Dahlia had a feeling, this may take some time. “Did your professor provide a prompt of sorts?” she asked. “Like the style of the house or a blurb of what your supposed client would like?”
ahlia had been busy, busy! Summer had brought a lot of people to the safe house, something that she was grateful for. But also saddened by. There was some slow picking up, but that was understandable. It was a new, somewhat luxurious place. Teens and kids were always the wariest, but when they felt safe enough to stay overnight – Dhalia called that a win. Or that they felt welcome to come and eat.
She had run into a new teen, Justin. Dahlia had finally seemed to convince him to get some food at the house. While the soup kitchen did its job, there was often more food at the house. Since it was mainly for kids and teens. She had to hassle a few adults away – which resulted in Dahlia almost being stabbed. But thankfully Moses was there, and her brother was quite intimidating.
Running a bit behind, especially since the bulk store was taking forever – Dahlia managed to pull up to the house in her car a bit after 1 PM. She grabbed her collapsible wagon and opened it. After she loaded the first haul, Dahlia rolled it to the front door. She opened it to see Sabine holding a butter knife and Justin standing there like a deer in headlights.
“Good afternoon, you two,” she greeted. Her tone was a bit stern, making sure that she didn’t approve of what was happening or was about to happen. “If you’re going to waste some energy on a possible…duel, you can help put these groceries and supplies away. Sabine, do you mind showing Justin where the kitchen is?” It was said in a way that the teens had no choice but to interact with each other. Plus, everyone who stayed here knew that the Baker siblings were quite serious about maintaining a healthy space.
he really didn’t know what had gotten over her. Maybe it was because the cashier was stabbed, and someone was pleading to help him. It was a distraction, right? It felt like her body was moving on its own. Dahlia was once hiding, but now, she had climbed over the counter.
An arm reached out, and in her fist – a massive bunch of fabric. But the forward momentum she had, was reversed. Like someone had pushed rewind. One of the goons had managed to grab Dahlia, pulling her back. But she refused to let go, pulling the hood of the attacker with the knife.
Her eyes caught the color of the hair, briefly before she was thrown down – back over the counter that she was originally behind. Her body ached – screaming coming from the shoulder that she landed on with a slam. But she had her phone. It was still tightly gripped in her hand. It hadn’t fallen or snatches from her, but she quickly stuffed it into her shirt. If they wanted it, they would be faced with a sexual assault charge.
ahlia really hadn’t seen herself giving a presentation about her work. She like sharing, and training the younger generation per se. As someone that worked with teens and children, younger adults – like university age, felt a bit more daunting. Not in a bad way, but Dahlia never put herself in a way like a professor. She had given talks and whatnot, but most of her knowledge was given in more of a casual manner.
But her presentation had gone well today. A few students were engaged, which was better than none in her eyes. She knew a presentation on the garden design wasn’t exactly the easiest thing for people to digest. Especially, when it was based on local fauna and introduced ideas of urban gardening. Since she was being better about not hovering around the shop for so long – Dahlia agreed to stay a few hours as so-called office hours. To allow the students to ask a few more questions, to ask them.
She stayed in the classroom, as the professor she was helping – didn’t have classes for the rest of the day. So they would be able to stay around and gather some more info. There were already talks about a field trip to the shop, so the students could see the way Dahlia did her growing – especially see how hydroponics could be decorative.
As Dahlia began rearranging her files of handouts, she sensed being loomed over. Her eyes flicked up and she smiled. “Izzy, correct? Is there something I can help you with?” Dahlia asked.
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