The MILLIONAIRE and horses.

The Millionaire and Horses.

Apparently there is money in horse.

Did you known that? Well in racing there is. Or at least thats what people told Ash. He keeps on getting these sponsor paper dropped off at home and by home he meant the Hotel he owned, The Avalon. A bit sad isn’t it? Naming a hotel after ones self. Yet in history it was a legendary place but enough of that. So instead of dumping them in a bin like most people would do Ash, has too much free time on his hands after all, his Doctor said to let his leg heal, sure he got his cast off yesterday he suppose to gently ease back in to putting weight on to it. Yet that never stops Ash from walking about doing stuff, in fact he’s doctor has gone as far as giving him a little device that counts his steps to track him. Yet over the day he has had it, He’s left it in the box it came in.

Anyway, flicking through the bundle of papers, hearing for the deaf, Cookie-bake-off for School playground to be refurnished and etc. One caught his eye unlike the other leaflets it wasn’t that he would think to look at. Raising the leaflet to his eye leave he read it, The equestrian sports are looking for a sponsor. He called the number yesterday telling him where to go and meet someone how would show him about the sport. He has no clue who he suppose to met he was suppose to just turn up today at some point.

So Ash was up early the next morning before he felt his home, He did a quick google double checking where the stable were. Interestingly he found a famous ride apparently stables there, it said she could handle the wildest of beasts. Some sort of horse whisper then? Ash guessed as well. There was only information about her, Rebecka E Sherwood. Apparently she's famous in the horsey world, yet he couldn't find a image of her at all if he did the riding hat caused a shadow across her face, so he couldn't see the features of her.

So here he is, Allen picked him up about half an hour ago he was dressed in a slim fit pair of grey jeans which has white pinned stripes. His tee shirt one could describe it as colourful, it's striped with navy and splashes of colour, on his feet is a pair of navy trainers, he was dressed for the summer. As Ash steps out of the back of a Volkswagon CC, silver. He hasn't physically driven a car since his accident. Thats why he now has Allen to drive him to places. He asked Allen to drop him off before the entrance of the livery yard. He walks in to the yard in a slow place, as his hands were tucked in to his jeans. Taking it all in,  the fields, the noises, the smell. It's completely different from the city he lives in along with back in London too. Sometimes you sore horses in London streets in the summer when the queen was out, them riding along the streets. Yet in New York city he found there was nothing but cars. Funny only get in a car and drive about an forty-five minutes and you are out in the country. Now to find someone to help him.

He stopped near the first stable where a horse's head popped out the door. He halted in his step before he could walk into the head of the horse. It's a lovely colour chestnut, the horse flicks it's ears towards him and reaches out it's noes too, wanting him obviously to come closer. His hand was flat out in front of him and gently holding it out to the horse, It inhales deeply from his hand then snorted obviously displeased the fact that he doesn't have anything in value to him. This causes Ash to lightly chuckle at that, his hand rose up and touched the horses head slightly awkwardly. The horse was unsure of him and he was kinda unsure of the horse would let him pet it.

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rebecka elizabeth sherwood :: Livery Yard  ::  8.54am :: Warm Weather. April 2015

now or never . 

Most women her age were out late at night at clubs, partying and drinking and getting wasted, falling into bed with whatever guy or girl they were attracted to in that moment and while she did that from time to time, there was now hardly a moment when she wasn't at the barn. It had been all too easy to get a job here as a horse trainer and riding instructor and she knew sooner or later she would be promoted to barn manager as well. Some of the older students who knew who she was had been shocked that she was even interested in working at their barn but Becka had just shrugged. She may be considered a celebrity of sorts, though if you asked anyone outside of the horse world who she was they most likely wouldn't know, but she never let it get to her head. 

She could be found today cleaning the stalls, as usual. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, a few stray pieces of hay sticking out of her. Her hands which were holding a pitchfork were covered in tattered gloves (she really should consider getting a new pair before they broke completely), her jeans were stained, and her boots which she had just bought a month ago were already a darker brown than they originally were. Not your typical girly attire but she didn't care. She wasn't trying to impress anyone with her looks, she never tried doing that. The only thing she tried to impress people with was her riding skills and that was fairly easy to do. She'd been riding for longer than most, started when she was just a toddler, and since her parents' had the money, she always was able to take lessons until eventually getting her own horse. And now... she had three. Speaking of which...

She would recognize Devil's snort anywhere. The little minx was easy to upset. It was a running joke in the barn that she was bipolar. She didn't hear anyone talking to her, which was odd, so she squeezed passed the wheelbarrow in the doorway of the stall she was in, pitchfork still in hand, and looked down the aisle to see an unfamiliar man with his hand much too close to the thoroughbred's mouth to be safe. "Hey! I wouldn't get too close to her, she's nippy," she called out, grinning as she set the pitchfork down against the wall and began to walk over, pulling of her gloves she stuffing them in the back pocket of her jeans. "You can give her a treat if you want. Here." She reached into her front pocket, pulling out a mint and unwrapping it. Devil's ears pricked forward instantly and she nickered, knocking her front hoof against the wooden stall door, trying to reach out to take the mint. Becka just rolled her eyes, offering the mint to the man. "I'm Becka. Can I help you with something?"

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The Millionaire and Horses.

Ash’s eyebrows start to frown at the horse as it’s ears went back clearly disliking him. Has he done something to upset the horse? Not wanting to move closer to the horse that clearly was starting to dislike him, kept his hand out against his own wishes, he had no clue why he did that.

”Hey! I wouldn't get too close to her, she's nippy,"

Ash quickly pulled his hand back to his side, like a child being caught with it’s hands in a cookie jar. Not that he ever got got caught doing that as a young child. He turns his whole body to look at the voice, it came from a female. First thing Ash noticed was her hair, it was messily put up, not in a bad way, some women could easily pul that look off really well and suits when great. Yet this female ‘messy’ also involved hay too along with dark stains on her clothing, yet Ash couldn’t help but look at her, she seems to fit in well to the environment around them easily, in fact was she the only one here?

"You can give her a treat if you want. Here."

The horse instantly perks up like it was never unsure of him, actually the horse kinda blanked him completely like he wasn’t there. The horse must of respected the person in front of him or at least you her, Or was it just the fact that she had mints? Then again, Ash would be nice too if he was allowed to have a mint too. Ash chuckles holding his hand out for a mint. 

“One minute you say she’s nippy next your asking me If i want to give her a treat. Sure.”

Ash wasn’t afraid to be bitten heck if he was he wouldn’t blame the horse, in fact he’ll most properly blame himself, they trust a animal so quickly? Then again there is only one way to find out and that was giving the horse what it wants a mint. He takes the mint out her hand, turning to the horse again seeing it looking at him with her ears pricked forward. So now the mare wants to acknowledge him. Typical. Holding his hand out flat like earlier and taking a step closer in a slow manner, slightly unsure whenever this horse is okay with him or not. Only on way to find out.

"I'm Becka. Can I help you with something?"

He turns his head distracted to what the newly dubbed Becka said, not watching the horses head come closer to his hand.

“I’m Ash, I called here yesterday, I’m suppose to meet someone here to talk about sponsor ship, they didn’t give me a name, they said to just turn up and someone would be here.”

He spoke, his british accent showing through, with a slight shrug to the shoulders too. They didn't give much information to him yesterday, He assumed the person he talked to on the phone, defiantly wasn't in charge around here after all there was lots of er's and em's during there conversation. Heck, they didn't even really tell him a time, they just said to turn up in the morning. So here he is, chatting to Becka to looking at the horse anymore clearly all his attention was on Becka.

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rebecka elizabeth sherwood :: Livery Yard :: 8.56am :: Warm Weather :: April 2015 :: Outfit

now or never . 

She noticed the guy's eyes on her but she stayed quiet, not mentioning it, just arching a brow with a half smirk on her lips. Was he judging her for not being a clean cut city gal? Maybe. Did she care? Absolutely not. Becka was, quite literally, raised in a barn. She had mud fights and spent her days in the ring and her nights going over videos of her competition online. Occasionally she went out for some fun but since she was new here and didn't actually know anyone personally, she hadn't really gone out anywhere. She was mostly just doing a lot of training and a lot of work. Speaking of training... when this guy left, she should probably take Devil out for a ride. She looked like she was getting antsy locked up in her stall, the poor thing. Becka didn't feel too bad for her, though. It was difficult to put the mare out in any of the fields since she had to go alone. Silly nippy mare trying to bite anyone that came too close to her... maybe she would settle down as she aged. Probably not.

When the man took the mint, Becka smiled. She always did like a man who wasn't scared shitless of a horse. It was quite amusing how often men were afraid of them, especially big tough guys. Guess they weren't so tough after all. “One minute you say she’s nippy next your asking me If i want to give her a treat. Sure.” Hm. She supposed it might sound a bit odd to someone who wasn't used to being in a barn but whatever. "If you're giving her a treat, there's a better chance she won't bite. Just don't linger too long near her mouth. Despite popular belief, horse bites hurt like a bitch." Even though she was speaking of things that weren't exactly nice, Becka still had a fond expression on her face as she looked at the mare, swatting gently at her muzzle after she took the mint to get her face away from the man's hand. Better safe than sorry. "She's our little Devil. At least here in the barn. In the ring she's gonna be known as Hot Red Circuit which I suppose suits her as well, ain't that right, girl?" 

Her attention returned to the man after giving the mare a pat on the neck, ignoring how the thoroughbred glared and pinned her ears. “I’m Ash, I called here yesterday, I’m suppose to meet someone here to talk about sponsor ship, they didn’t give me a name, they said to just turn up and someone would be here.” Her eyes narrowed in thought for a moment, before widening and brightening. "Ash! Right, one of the students answered the phone, sorry about that. They're not supposed to but good luck trying to get a rowdy bunch of teenage girls to listen to you." She shrugged, finally paying more attention to the man. "I'm the one that you're looking for if you're here to sponsor a rider. If that's not why you're here, I'd just like to say it's something you should really consider because I'm pretty damn good."

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