PHOENIX HILL FARM
Small note: I lost everything in my world, my builds and most of my characters. I've been able to recover some of what was left but I've decided to start all over again with my main character Effie and the horses I've bought or imported from anyone on equus sims and equus community.
The Fresh Start
Though still in her twenties the woman had a wise head on her. Travelling down from her hometown towards a place that could potentially change her life was something Effie found completely unwise. She nibbled on her lower lip, a terrible habit of hers but one she couldn't quit, towards a place she'd once called home.
Effie had received a call from an agency. Her grandmother had passed away and the barn Effie had grown up in was now in her name and she couldn't believe it since her grandmother and herself had shared a mutual disliking towards one another. She'd been baffled by the call and had been putting off visiting the property for two weeks but couldn't keep away any longer since curiosity got the better of her. She was now on the motorway, sipping a double shot espresso, trying to keep her eyes open whilst driving through morning traffic.
On arrival Effie inhaled sharply. The barn looked rustic and run down, un-inspiring and rather glum, not quite how she’d imagined it. There was clutter around the barn, in places the roof was caving in and the place look inhabitable. There was a smaller barn further down which looked a little more promising. Cautiously, the woman walked across the land towards the barn.
She could smell a hint of the familiar horse smell and the corners of her lips turned upwards into a smile. It brought her back to her younger days when she rode. She'd given it up a couple of years ago to move to the city to study. She reached the huge, rusted doors and peeped through the small gap before pulling the sliding door across. It creaked loudly and a couple of birds fluttered around on the ceiling beams, Effie cringed. Inside, a small barn of eight stalls was set up, the barn looked relatively clean and lived in. Strange, Effie thought no one was inhabiting the place. Were there horses here?
Now intrigued, Effie exited the barn. She scanned the horizon before her eyes settling on a small black shadow. A horse? Briskly, she walked towards the shadow until she was up close to the fence. A tall, dark stallion stood in the middle of a pasture grazing contently and Effie gasped. The stallion lifted his head and gave her a gentle nicker and gracefully trotted towards the fence. Effie felt a hand on her shoulder and she shrieked. "Sorry, god I am so sorry," a boy stood before her, his hair long and brown. Effie coughed feeling embarrassed and frowned. "It's just, er yeah I guess you're Effie right? You look- well you look just like your grandma," he spluttered and hurriedly carried on, "I mean no, not that you look old.. oh god I mean," his face turned red and Effie felt herself smile. "It's okay. Who are you?" she took an instant liking to the boy and felt herself warm to him. "I'm Mehki," he shook hands with her and Effie grimaced. Physical contact was a big no. "I'm a barn hand, I helped your grandma out looking after Radisson here," he pointed to the black stallion.
Mehki explained the situation he'd found himself in. Joyce, Effie's grandmother, had died several weeks ago and the boy had lived onsite for years helping look after Joyce's one remaining horse, Radisson. Once she'd passed, she left him a small lump sum of money and asked him to continue to look after her horse because she couldn't bare to watch him go to someone else. Mehki had said yes, but his house was now run down and he had very little money.
Suddenly, Effie felt at ease. This is where she grew up, though she didn't remember much, this was her home, maybe she could fit back in at the barn... right? She stared up at the black stallion, "Radisson." She muttered, a smile appearing on her face. She'd missed horses, she'd missed horses a lot.