Who: The dreaded evil Manager and open to everyone Where: Ridgeway grounds What: Taking a stroll making sure no real damage was done by the week long storms. When: Beneath the full moon, April 27th
He appeared as if a door had been opened and he simply stepped through, yet no such door existed once he was through. Why? Well he felt the need to mingle with nature every now and then. To be more in touch with the emotions of his collection. He appeared on the trail between the Activities barn and the Ice Room.
He was dressed in a fine black Italian suit, tailored to fit him and only him, charcoal crisp button down silk shirt and black tie beneath the coat. His beard groomed to perfection, his graying hair brushed back at the sides to allow the waves on top to do as they want.
Aged eyes turned up skyward, as he took in the beauty of the place he had created. It was a labor of love, everything placed just so. Each horse hand picked for temperament and breeding. He tried to make something that would be a pleasure to work in. Something that wasn't seen in the outside world. Yet he wanted to give them everything that was needed, his employees rather than the guests he was anticipating.
Bending at his knees, keeping them from touching the ground and soiling his suit, he brushed his fingers over the grass that grew on the side of the path. Where there had been simply green, sprung brilliant life, of purples and pinks and red wild flowers.