{Okay. @Winter, yes, I do know people with two last names, but King is good.}
Nate nodded. "Alright, King it is." he said, before shaking his head. "I like your last name, it's different. Mine's not that different." he said, offering his hand again for her to take as he used the other one to pick up his reins from the horn.
{@Wolfeh, Imma just make Freeway there already, I'm lazy. :3}
Fancy sighed. "Stormy, we'll be fine." she said simply, dropping her head and cropping at the already short grass, swishing her tail. She knew Stormy didn't want to be here, and wished he would just tell her.
Highway to Hell, or Freeway, poked his handsome head from his stall, whinnying loudly to announce his presence. The stallion shook his silvery mane, then his tail, before standing still, perfectly curved ears perked forward. The 17 hand high Irish Sport Horse had just been dropped off about five minutes ago, and his owner had left the gentle horse in tears, stapling a paper crooked with fumbling hands. His Tack Trunk rested in front of his stall, the emblem of his old barn remaining on the top, his Show Name underneath it. The steel colored dappled grey let out a softer nicker, before dissapearing into the back of his stall, lowering himself to the soft bedding, legs folded neatly under him. This is what he did when waiting for someone, he laid down, watching the world from a short horse's point of view.
Nate nodded. "Alright, King it is." he said, before shaking his head. "I like your last name, it's different. Mine's not that different." he said, offering his hand again for her to take as he used the other one to pick up his reins from the horn.
{@Wolfeh, Imma just make Freeway there already, I'm lazy. :3}
Fancy sighed. "Stormy, we'll be fine." she said simply, dropping her head and cropping at the already short grass, swishing her tail. She knew Stormy didn't want to be here, and wished he would just tell her.
Highway to Hell, or Freeway, poked his handsome head from his stall, whinnying loudly to announce his presence. The stallion shook his silvery mane, then his tail, before standing still, perfectly curved ears perked forward. The 17 hand high Irish Sport Horse had just been dropped off about five minutes ago, and his owner had left the gentle horse in tears, stapling a paper crooked with fumbling hands. His Tack Trunk rested in front of his stall, the emblem of his old barn remaining on the top, his Show Name underneath it. The steel colored dappled grey let out a softer nicker, before dissapearing into the back of his stall, lowering himself to the soft bedding, legs folded neatly under him. This is what he did when waiting for someone, he laid down, watching the world from a short horse's point of view.
He's going with us because my step dad is dropping us off and he and he and my brother are going to my grandmother's. Lol, yes, J-Man can be so temperamental at times, and then the next minute he gives me kisses xD)