▐▐ Massimo Dutti Stables▐▐ discussion

This is the tack and feed room, tack is kept in neat, labelled rows and the feed is well stocked in labelled feed bins. Make sure you keep the place tidy and remember to clean your tack every now and then!

Faith peeked into the tack & feed room on a mission. Earlier that day while she was feeding her dear horse, Honey, when her bracelet slipped off her wrist. Ever since Faith noticed it was missing she has been back tracing her steps. She didn't think anyone else was in there so she could freely search for her beloved belonging. As she creeped inside sweat trickled down her back. After riding in the hot blasting sun you'd expect the girl overheated. The humidity level was high which wasn't helping her situation. Stress overcame her when she didn't find it. Faith took a deep breath and sighed. There was only one place left that she didn't check and she was sure it wouldn't be there. A sudden rush of wind made her feel better on the outside but nothing could help what she felt on the inside. That bracelet wasn't something that she could just go to the jewelry store and replace.

By the time she started to exit the door she decided against it. A break from the hot sun would be nice. More wind rushed by causing her to cool down. I must say it was beautiful. Horses roamed in the tall grass, the sky was cloudless, and trees swayed in the wind. But, at a time like this Faith didn't even give a second thought about the weather.

Sofina made her way to the tack room to find another person in there. She stood at the door to examine what she may be doing, maybe looking for something? Looking behind herself to find nobody else from where she could see, she decided to just walk in. It was nice to get out of the hot sun for a moment even if it was only just to clean her dressage saddle.

"Is there something I may help you with?" Her voice was kind as she asked. Maybe if she helped this lady it would make her life easier. Besides, all she was in there for was to clean some tack that she could do later.

Faith was startled by the sound of a kind female voice. She was a mess in her old riding outfit she pulled out of the closet because the rest were at the dry cleaners. Quickly she tried to look presentable. As she brushed the hay off of herself she spat out, " Oh, I'm fine. But, er..have you seen a bracelet? It is made of thin rope & has a charm hanging in the middle." That was the best description of the bracelet she could explain. The lost item was a thin rope that perfectly fit her hand. At the time she got it the thing was way to big but now it fit like a glove. Anyway, it had a orange charm on it that said FUB. Her initials, Faith Umut Brent. She bite her lip as she spoke, out of stress & habit.

Sofina looked around at the ground. "No I haven't, but I can help you look," she said as she continued to to gaze around the room. "What were you doing when you lost it?" she asked, going in the direction of her own saddle. Sofina didn't wear any jewelry that often, only when she went out to town. The only kind of jewelry she ever had on when she was at the stable was her stub earrings.

Faith sighed and tried to think. " I thought I left it here." She spat out. It was true. Before she began to search she was positive it was here. But, not anymore. It was probably just home in her jewelry box. But, Faith didn't know that. " But now I know I'm wrong." She continued. Her boots were scratched and her outfit had holes and hay scattered about it. Actually, she was a mess except her hair. Her orange hair was up in a bun. Then she looked down at her watched. Late for her shift. But that could wait. This was way more important to Faith.

"Did you feed any horses today?" Sofina asked as she walked over to the feed. Opening each bin she tried to dig inside with the scooper to see if it fell in. By the time she got to the mashed oats she saw something sticking up. "Wait... wait," she said as she tried to dig out what was in there.

" I feed the horses everyday. What else would I do? Let them starve." Faith said coldly. Usually, she wasn't mean but whenever she was frustrated the bad side came out of her. If she weren't so upset she'd try to make friends with this girl but that didn't even cross her mind. After she said that anyone else would regret saying it but not Faith. All she did was brush away some hay and stand awkwardly in the room filled with hay.

Sofina was still new to the place so she didn't really know anybody yet. She was suppose to start working sometimes soon and just came to England a few days ago. Understanding why this lady may be in stress she dug into the mashed oats and picked out a bracelet. "I assume this is it," she said as she handed it over to her. It looked just like how she described it, just a bit dirty from being in horse food.

Faith practically ran over to the girls side. " Thats it. Oh thank you so much. You don't understand how much this is worth to me." She spat out. That bracelet was a gift from her friend. It was from her 10th birthday and Faith never really gave a thought about it until the day she moved away and never saw her again. Ever since the news she dug out that bracelet in her white jewelry box and wore it ever since.

"I'm glad I could help," she said as she walked over to her saddle. Grabbing it she walked out to the hitching post just outside and placed it on the bar. Coming back into the tack room she grabbed a small sponge, a small bucket, saddle soap, and leather conditioner. Filling the bucket from outside with just a little water, she wet the sponge and sprayed it with saddle soap.

" Yeah, me to." Faith said trying to be cheerful but coming across blunt. She stood up and began to walk outside. Hot sun blasted down on her and she should be on her shift. But, whats one day not on duty going to hurt. So, she walked back inside to get all the proper things. She planned on riding. Since, Faith was a wonderful rider she wanted to show off her skills. Maybe she'd practice an Event skill. Just something to do while she skipped work.

Sofina cleaned her dressage saddle and rubbed conditioner into it. Placing the saddle back into the tack room, she dumped the bucket of water out, cleaned the sponge, then put everything away. She knew the bridle that she used on Freedom was still clean so she didn't bother with it. Walking out of the tack room she decided to leave.

" Well, bye." Faith called back in a thoughtful but desperate voice. Then she walked out the door just to be blazed with sun again. Then, she decided that maybe she'd go back to work. So, Faith did. The job wasn't hard. Actually, she enjoyed taking care of the horses. It wasn't unusual to catch Faith riding a horse during shifts but the boss or managers always let it slide.