Hello Hello Nameberry writers and caf friends! I, Twig, Your camp Owner, Need YOUR help!
We are opening our very own [name_f]Girl[/name_f] [name_u]Scout[/name_u] Camp! Camp Sweet [name_u]Brook[/name_u], [name_f]Summer[/name_f] Camp For Girls!
And We desperately need names, and A LOT of them, And ASAP!
Our barn staff, Our Camp Counselors, and even kitchen staff! All need names, Crap, even our horses need names!
So let’s get Started!
Twig leads you to the large lodge, “This is the [name_m]Hall[/name_m], The campers go here usually three times a day, so, we have to make sure that the camp staff have their own names!” You see multiple tables, filled with people of all kinds, “Hey twig! Is that… Wait, What’s their name?” A stout young woman spoke, “This is our Hire from Nameberry! They will be helping us with the Names you have by the end of this week!” You blinked “A week?” Twig Nods, “We have cabins, and even THOSE need names!” A woman remarks. “Well, I have my stuff, So why don’t we get started?” A smile comes to your face.
((Continue with…: Meeting a Camp counselor and having a tour… or … Go to the barn and meet the barn staff))
I shall bring my Camp Gallahue expertise along with me! I love [name_f]Girl[/name_f] [name_u]Scout[/name_u] camp 
Why don’t we go to the barns and meet the barn staff?
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“Sounds Great!” He smiled, Handing them a map, “It’s not too far off of the [name_u]Brook[/name_u], It’s over this bridge, and to the left!” He marked the map, Handing them a walking stick, “This place is 56 acres of pure Cliffs, so be careful where you step!”
After a ten-minute-trek, You were there, He slipped off his shoes, hopping into a pair of boots, “You might need some too! And these horses can be a bit of a task, and messy, and expensive, and- I’m not going to ramble on about these wonderful animals! Let’s find Our barn manager and trainers!”
((Where next.?..: To the tack room, where a slight hum can be heard… or… the main arena, where a person seems to be training))
You walk to the main arena, leaving Twig to brush a horse, As you step to the metal bleachers and sit down, you notice a [name_m]Young[/name_m] woman on a Dappled [name_u]Gray[/name_u] Horse, You saw her at a canter and watching her and her horse jump over the poles so effortlessly, she slowed down, stopping the horse, “Shh, good Job,” She pet the horse, Hopping off with little to no struggle at all, And noticed her tring the Dappled stallion up in a daisy chain and hop up to your level, “Hey, why’re ya just watchin’ me like a hawk? Are you some kinda show judge?” She asked.
((What do I say to her?.. Introduce yourself… Flirt… [name_u]Or[/name_u] Chat casually…))
“Oh, well, I’m not any show judge, But I’m here from Nameberry for the week, I’m kinda here to name stuff and have a good time I guess?” You trail off with a chuckle, “Well It’s nice to meetcha! I’m Jazmine!” The young woman smiled, “So what brings you here? I assume a map, and Twig?” She laughs, but her laugh was stifled, “TWIG! YOU ARE GONNA GET KICKED IN THE… face…” She sighs, seeing Twig get kicked in the face, “I told you not to pick that hoof on him! It’s healing from that cut!”
((Oh jeez, What can we do to escape this awkward situation…: Go back and go to the tack room, where there could be laughing heard… or … Keep talking to the young woman…))
Back to the tack room to escape the wrath of [name_f]Jazmine[/name_f] 
They hop off the bleachers in embarrassment, Walking off with their hands in their pockets.
A sign that read “Tack N’ Feed” was nailed to the door, Knocking on it, A startled “eep!” could be heard, A small child opened the door, She looked as if she were only a few years old, But her [name_f]Strawberry[/name_f] blonde hair was pulled up into space buns, freckles dusted her face as the child looked up at you.
((What do I do…! …Get to the child’s level… [name_m]Leave[/name_m] the child alone… or Go and ask [name_f]Jazmine[/name_f] about the kid…))
Go and ask [name_f]Jazmine[/name_f] about the kid