The drive is a winding one all the way up to the top of a hill.The is hill is larger than the others with long sloping sides.Perched on the very top is a farmhouse.A young girl with red gold hair is sitting there stroking a dog.The dog barks a greeting and the girl looks up.She pats the dogs head and then walks toward you.She smiles and holds out her hand for a shake. "Hello",she greets,"My name is Arnora.Welcome to my stables Faxiskjol.I know it sounds funny.It's Icelandic.So is my name.Everything here is named in Icelandic.This is my dog Huni.Huni means Baby Bear".She strokes the fuzzy brown collie."I'll always tell you the meaning of things.Well,to get to business.Faxiskjol offers two large stables,one private and one public,filled with 72 stalls.It has everything you would need.Washstalls,tack rooms,crossties,ect.This farmhouse is ,my home.Well,I have to go brush Skyfaxi.She's my personal mare.None else can ride her.Well,see ya",she goes off in the direction of the private stables. |