Blue Ridge is a fictional town located deep in the heart of Kentucky. It is home to one of the most well known equestrian academies in the United States. Students and staff from all over the world join the academy for what it has to offer. Do you have what it takes to join us and learn from the Academy?
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Post by Kate Richardson-Hall on Apr 18, 2019 2:52:35 GMT -8
Kate whistled softly to herself as she made her way along the rows of stalls, pausing occasionally to rub a nose or scratch a forelock as she passed. The blonde was in rather a good mood today; her classes seemed to have gone exceptionally well, and she was really rather proud. And then of course there was the simple fact that the sun was showing its face rather more consistently- as an Englishwoman, she was well accustomed to being without it, of course, but that just made it all the more pleasant when it did choose to put in an appearance.
Post by Aishe Tigani on Apr 19, 2019 0:11:05 GMT -8
Aishe was standing in the feed room, checking on her supply of dried herbs, and making a note in her book which ones she needed to gather for drying, and then that would give her a chance to look at her garden and see how well the herbs in there were thriving as the weather began to heat up and transplant the seedlings that she'd had growing in trays in her room.
She turned from her task as she could hear a horse kicking at their door, tempted to ignore it, she turned back toward the herb containers when she heard a familiar - and ever so pitiful - whinny, followed by more kicking.
Stepping out of the feed room, she looked toward Galbi and shook her head, seeing that the mare's need to pretend she was starved and hard-don-by was because of a person giving other horses attention. "I was in there massaging you not fifteen minutes ago!" The Gypsy woman said with a laugh. "Please don't make people think you are as neglected as you make yourself out to be." She'd also given the mare a flake of hay when she had arrived, but was sure that that was gone by now too.