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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Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
“Yeah, the Malloy’s! I’m glad to hear even somewhat new people are hearing about us,” she laughed. “I guess you could say that. I like to say we have the best apples in town – but the Logan’s down the way might say the same thing too.” It was all friendly competition in their eyes. Well, minus that one family. The ones that hid behind their massive hedge wall.
“Anyway. I ought to get going. It was nice to meet yah. If you ever need apples, come on out if you want. Not like we’ll be lacking in any!”
Daisy had just picked up the phone in her hand only to be interrupted by her younger sister. Who had suspiciously showed up. She looked at her, as Roisin began ogling the iPhone like it was some treasure hidden in a temple. Daisy didn't even bother trying to grab the phone back. Her sister could have it if she wanted. “Urgh, It was some gift,” she said, waving her hand about. “My other phone finally decided to end its life.”
But then Daisy remembered something, making her peer at her sister. Eyes were a bit scrutinizing. “I'm assuming you were out last night.” She didn't elaborate, but the missed splotches of mascara was better than her sister coming in smelling like cheap liquor. For an Irish, Roisin didn't seem to hold it well. At least she seemed to get a ride whenever she snuck in.
Daisy ran a hand through her hair before returning to look at the direction booklet. “What's the charge so far? It says it needs to be 100% before I turn it on.”
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
Daisy's head hurt. Why did Hudson get her a brick that was way too delicate for her clumsy self? Even if it wasn't the most expensive out there, Daisy still felt icky. When her flip phone finally hit six feet under - Hudson was kind enough to help shop. Even paid for it too, in exchange for a tray of cookies. Daisy didn't see an equal exchange here, but she gave up fighting it.
She was sitting at the large table in the family kitchen. Maybe setting up a phone after baking wasn't ideal. She was already tired, but she needed a working phone for work. “Gosh, I wish I could be that singer where everyone just fucking faxed me..” she grumbled, plugging in the phone. Might as well read the multilingual pamphlet as she waited for her new phone to get charged.
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
She snorted at the jab of the lack of lift, as she showed Raven that she didn’t have anymore. Though, Daisy probably did – but she couldn’t prove to be the most current favorite person right now. But she did give the mare a nice pat on the cheek. “Nah, I just like to walk. It’s nice. If it’s bad or too dark, my brother will drive me. But since I work some weird hours, it’s easier,” Daisy shrugged. “Exercise is good anyway. My form of cardio, other than the all the heavy lifting from work.”
Even though Daisy looked like she was on the chunkier side, she was told by many people she would make a mean shot-up thrower or hammer thrower. She was stout, but she was bulky. Her legs were strong and dense from the walking, but her arms were strong from throwing and kneading dough. As well as all the stuff she did on the orchard.
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
Daisy didn’t know what was up with this guy. He was out of sorts, wasn’t he? Nevertheless, if he was going to do something stupid – the farm world would know. It’d be too quiet and too normal without Daisy around.
As they approached the stone farmhouse that she called home, Daisy nodded. I do yeah. Second Generation. Been in the family forever I feel. It’s one of the older farmhouses out here, but she does well and I love living in it.” Daisy led Hudson to a side barn where the family had their four wheels and golf carts. She opted for the Golf cart that was a bit more supped up. Since the four-wheeler was probably too close for comfort for the guy.
After quickly grabbing the key from the lockbox, Daisy perched herself on and backed it up so the man couldn’t risk any more damage to his precious shoes. “Ah, gotcha. Well, it’s a small enough area that people to talk. Hop on up.”
When he appeared settled, Daisy began driving the off-road Golf Cart up the hill a bit more, passing a few of the rows of apple trees that belonged to her family. “I'm assuming you mainly sell around town, eh?” she asked, as she gave the cart a bit more gas to trek the last bit of the steep hill.
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
“Yeah, I grew up with the family. The parents passed away two years ago. I don’t know how much land is left since the parents willed much of the acreage to their neighbors. As far I know, it’s the house and four acres left.” Daisy shrugged but laughed when he made a comment about him not being out that often. “Oh trust me, I already knew that” she snorted. No one around here, and she meant no one…would wear dress shoes on the main road.
“Alright, well – let go get the mechanical steed then. Hudson huh? Like the Valley in New York?” It was something new that Daisy learned about when she was reading a new atlas book. “You can call me Daisy,” she smiled, walking up the hill back to her property. Mrs. Colson could wait since Daisy was known to work late in the day. Plus, the cooler evening would be most welcome.
“I’m surprised Mike would hire…a city slicker to sell his childhood home.”
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
“Are you sure about that?” she asked, snorting at his ravenous laugh. Daisy was fully entertained now. There was something about his reactions and facial expressions – was a bit...funny. Most people would walk away, but the young man was dumb enough to humor her further. Who trapped who at this point?
“Why, do you want my name to be boring like Heather?” It wasn’t the first time Daisy had heard that come from someone’s mouth. She enjoyed her name, and if people found fault with it – they could fight her on it. Younger Daisy would’ve called it quits, but she would happily egg this man on. Eventually, he cracked. It was probably because he knew he lost. Kind of.
A smile plastered on her face even deeper as Daisy fed Raven a carrot. The mare seemed to gobble it like she wasn’t being fed. Or just to make her owner and rider jealous. Daisy hadn’t been around horses as much as others, but they seemed to know when to piss off their owners too.
Daisy shrugged. “Yeah, you not used to them or something? River, huh… Looks like you stuck in the earth-bound name club like me.” He certainly did rage like one. Maybe his parents knew before he was born that he was going to be someone like that.
aisy thought about what was offered before smiling again. “Let’s schedule for something next week. I don’t believe I feel prepared enough to go straight for it today. I would appreciate a pamphlet or something. Or just more info on what to do for a first tattoo.” It sounded a bit wimpy, but Daisy didn’t trust herself to go in all the way. She worked at a farm and in a bakery, places that could deal with a lot of germs. Something Daisy remembered was important about tattoo care.
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
Daisy shrugged. “Yeah, I walk past the pastures all the time. I know a few of the owners of the horses.” She looked at him, his face contorted with annoyance. It was funny, really. “Man, maybe it’s because your attitude is a lemon head you don’t know!” If Daisy were versed in social cues like a more normal person, she would’ve just shrugged and walked off. But unfortunately, for both people, she was not. There wasn’t any kind of nervousness from her, just pure bubbliness from her. “My name is Daisy. Raven is beautiful, it’s evident you take good care of her,” Daisy complimented.
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
“Ah the Halson’s? I didn’t know that their son was selling it…” she frowned, a bit disappointed – since she liked the son and the family. But she knew the farm was starting to get a bit too hard to keep up, since the son’s accident on the tractor.
“Well, I can tell you, you’re headed in the right direction – but you still have a way to get out there,” Daisy smiled. “Yeah, there are a few dead spots out here. You good to walk, or do you need a ride over there?” Daisy offered. Granted, the ride would be the ATV. From the look of it, he wasn’t someone that looked like knew what an ATV was. It was funny, kind of. A well-dressed person out there miffed over some mud.
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
Daisy had made herself quite known to the horses of Seven Oaks and Blue Acres. Maybe it was because they saw Daisy giving all their love to Pearl, and they wanted in. She never fed any other horses than Pearl, so she didn’t get in trouble. A few of the owners asked her to stop petting their own, which she happily obliged. Despite looking like a dumb fairy, she wasn’t stupid.
On her daily Sunday jaunt from work, Daisy once again found herself at the pastures. It appeared Pearl wasn’t out today, so Daisy ate the two carrots and the apple slice she had in her pack for the mare. A few of the horses she had permission to give attention to magically appeared. A smile crossed her lips and she held her hands out, giving them attention.
Maybe a few minutes now, and a good chunk of horses were called in. Daisy was about to leave when a dark horse she hadn’t seen before popped up in front of her. She held a palm up and the horse sniffed and nudged. It wasn’t too long after giving the horse a few rubs on the cheeks that a voice called out.
Daisy put her hand down and turned to see a man hollering at her. It was evident that the mare was his by the way she was acting. She quirked an eyebrow. “Ah, so she’s yours, then? Okay, I’ll add her to the list I don’t have permission to pet on my way home,” she smiled. "What's her name?"