.:Soaring Hearts Stables|Horse and Rider Rp|Accepting:.

[simply,]

Alyssa smiled at the young man and then looked over his dark horse. The boy was kinda cute in an odd way for Alyssa. She usually more for the tall, dark, and handsome type of guys and not light blondes. She listened to him relay words to her in perfect french and she smiled. 'He must think that I am french.' She smiled to herself. 'He will soon realize I am not.' Bonjour was one of her prefected words and her other french has a german accent to it. "Morgan. Nice à vous rencontrer Lucas. Je suppose que vous êtes de la France?" She asked, combing a piece of brown hair back behind her ear.

Arctic stood tense as the girl apporached, when she grabbing Night's mane he took to dancing. He did not want to leave his mate, but he wanted to run from this girl who would take him away. He stayed and when she slung the lead rope around his neck he jumped, dancing away a bit until he came to a halt, looking at the girl with his brown petey eyes.

[bonjour.]

{I'm enjoying stalking Belong's and Hano's French posts. x3. Me being a Frenchie, I enjoy being able to read them. x3. Not saying you guys can't, it's just interesting to see French floating around on SHS. Yes, I'm weird.}

[yuki,]

(I learn French in school, but I tend to use Google Translate for some things! x3)

Lucas Devereux
Lucas tilted his head to the side as she spoke again, a confused expression crossing his face. She spoke French, yet her accent was somewhat foreign. "Oui. J'avais l'habitude de vivre en France. Quand j'étais petit." He answered, folding his arms across his chest and shifting his stance. A playful smirk crept onto his face, yet he was still as confused as ever. "Et vous? Vous parlez français, mais votre accent, dit autrement." The boy stole a glance at his horse for a moment and untied her, confident that she was relaxed as she would get for the moment.

Achilles' Pride
"Please Callie! Just lie down." Achilles pleaded, watching as the mare tried to get up but failed. He rose from the ground but stayed by her side. "It will soon be over, I promise you..." The stallion was making quite a few promises. And he hoped he would be able to keep most of them.

(I have to go right now, but I'll be on tomorrow. However, school starts the day after so I won't be on as much >.< Also, if I should post translations for other people who are reading, who aren't french, just ask.)

[L a w l o r f f]

"No, I never said that. I think Cowboys sit because their butts probably get sore, posting in that huge saddle." Kourtney teased, laughing slightly. "You have to try English sometime. Come on, I do Western with you." Kourtney said, her hand still in Nate, now posting in rhythm with him.

[bonjour.]

{School starts on Monday for me too. D:. I have french for six hours of my school day. The only thing I don't is lunch and our free period.}

Callie whinnied loudly. "Achilles. I'm scared." she whickered. She remembered a mare at her old barn who was giving birth at night. The humans didn't know, they thought she was going to give birth the next day. The mare had struggled for five hours, before the foal finally was born, but the mare had already passed away from blood loss. The foal didn't survive, and the owners found the two bodies the next morning. Now, Callie was regreting wanting a foal. She didn't want that to happen.

Nate laughed. "Nah, you don't get sore if you do it right." he smiled, before shaking. "There is no way you're getting me in an English saddle. You chose to do Western. You bought, Spirit." he grinned.

{Posting in a Western saddle actually doesn't hurt. It's pretty easy actually. xD}

[L a w l o r f f]

(Yeah, I know. I've ridden in Western saddles many times before. It's Kourtney's assumption.)

"Aw come on. Please?" Kourtney said, smiling over at him. "Chance is fun to ride. Will you get on and at least do walk/trot? Maybe I'll drag you onto him while you're sleeping." Kourtney joked.

[bonjour.]

{Okay. x3}

Nate rolled his eyes, sitting to the jog again, collecting TJ slightly. "Fine. When I look like an idiot, it's on you." he grinned, before looking at her. "I'd like to see you try and drag me." he teased.

[L a w l o r f f]

"Fine, deal. When are you getting on?" Kourtney asked, grinning. "Yeah you're right. I can't even push you let alone drag you. It's not fair, you can lift me and I can't even move you 2 inches." Kourtney smiled.

[bonjour.]

Nate grinned. "Well see. I'm 160 pounds of muscle. You couldn't move me even if you tried." he teased with a playful wink. "You're a lot less than that. And I'm obviously stronger." he said in a joking tone.

[simply,]

Arctic stood tense as the girl apporached, when she grabbing Night's mane he took to dancing. He did not want to leave his mate, but he wanted to run from this girl who would take him away. He stayed and when she slung the lead rope around his neck he jumped, dancing away a bit until he came to a halt, looking at the girl with his brown petey eyes.

Alyssa looked on at Lucas with a smile as a look of confusion raced over his face. "Vous ne reconnaît pas mon accent?" She teased after he finished speaking. "Je suis de l'endroit du nord de votre pays, mais ils touchent dans le nord-est. " She spoke softly, proccessing every work carefully. Her french was quite good, but she did not want to make a mistake. After a slight pause she spoke again. "Si l'on suppose que l'Allemagne, Vous devinez corriger."

[I take Latin and I am quite handy at it [secret weapon: flash cards. Lots and lots of them.]. I am quite good at romance languges and can decode most itailan and spanish, along with protoguse. French I am not so good with. My best friend takes french though, so she helps me. Lol. I want to learn German as well.]