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

[~SummerStream~]

Carson

Mucking out Bam Bam's stall and she found herself thinking about what it would be like to have a real boyfriend. (Like Kourtney and Nate) Not one that was striking out on other girls while they were dating. Because she's had a boy friend before but never a good one. Plus she has average smarts, she's cute and she found herself funny some times.

Kisco

Lying down out side the barn enjoying the sun. His eye lids started to close.

Bam Bam

Grazing in the pasture. Urh I wish these fly's would leave me alone.His head low to the ground he moved on to another patch of grass. His sweat in between his hair and fly mask made him itchy. His Brown coat glisened with sweat.

[L a w l o r f f]

Belle flicked her tail unhappily. Ashley had left her in her stall while she was trying out her new stallion. She tossed her mane, head drooping in boredom.

Dylan smiled as he watched Indie mess around in the indoor arena. "Havin' fun girl?' He smiled. He'd re-trained the mare ever since he got her, and she'd trusted him ever since he'd saved her.

[bonjour.]

{Can you change Bam Bam's name? I already have one on here, after my boy. (:}

Nate clicked gently to the horse as he rounded towards the jump. He pushed his hands up the stallion's neck, leaning forward in the saddle again.

[~SummerStream~]

(ya sure 1 sec) Edit New name Pebbles, isn't it really manly for a stallion)

Carson

Carson took the muck out to the muck pile and dumped it. Then as she walked back through the barn she stopped a Belle's stall and look at her, "You okay girl?"

Pebbles

Lifted his head and look toward the barn wondering what was takeing Carson so long.

Daniel

Daniel walked out to the mare and stallion pasture with a smile on his face and with a lead rope in his hand. He opened the gate and walked. After closing the gate he whistled.

Maye

Maye lifted her head and saw him standing by the gate. She cantered up to him she stood still has her 5'11 owner cliped the lead rope on.

[L a w l o r f f]

Chance measured the height again, taking off a bit too early this time, although still managing to clear it with ease. The 4 year old snorted, throwing a small buck.

[bonjour.]

Nate gave Chance one of his slap pats, before sitting down as the stallion cantered out from the jump. He then pulled back on the reins with a low 'Easy', asking for a trot.

[L a w l o r f f]

The black stallion slowed to a floating trot, letting his hooves eat up the arena turf with long strides.

Kourtney entered the arena again. The girl watched Nate and Chance, smiling. "Having fun you two?" The girl smiled, pulling her brown hair into a long ponytail.

[bonjour.]

Nate asked Chance to halt in the middle of the arena, next to Kourtney. "Yeah, yeah. But I'm stickin' to Western." he said simply. For some reason, the man had always been bothered by his accent. In, Texas, it had fit in, just another Country Boy, but when he moved, it seemed he was always the one talking like that. {Random, I know. I wanted to make this seem larger. xD}

[L a w l o r f f]

(Hmm, maybe I'll try that method xD)

Belle swung her head over the door. "Yeah, everything's wrong. My abusive owner locked me in my stall after a long jumping session." She said, even though Carson couldn't understand.

Kourtney smiled. "You'll live. It's only 1 ride English. Get off so I can refresh his jumping mind. He needs someone with jumping experience to go higher." Kourtney teased. The woman loved to tease Nate, she knew he wouldn't get upset. "Then tomorrow I gotta pole bend Spirit and jump Chance, tonight I hav to give them both their grain, not that Chance needs it."

[bonjour.]

Nate rolled his eyes. "I did perfectly fine." he retorted playfully, taking his right foot out of the stirrup and standing up in his left. Swinging his leg over Chance's rump, he stepped from the saddle, bringing the reins over the stallion's head and shoving them teasingly at Kourtney. "Don't make me take that hat, and those words back." he joked, though kept a serious expression, crossing his arms over his chest.