Just Roaming {Open}

[Armand Raletha]

Armand smiled softly as he patted the silky white neck of his stallion known as Rette Mich onced he'd finished tightening the girth one last time as he prepared the horse for a good ride in the trials.
Armand had been itching to explore the vast lands around the area and he'd finally gotten a chance to actually do something leisurely, and he was pouncing on that chance, and also getting one of his horses in shape for the upcoming competitions.
He laughed softly as the bright white stallion nudged his pockets looking for the carrot he could smell. "Alright, alright Rette. Here." He said fishing out the carrot and holding it out. It was gone within a second, having been enveloped by the velvety muzzle of the stallion.
Armand led his stallion out of the stall, shutting the door behind him, and patting the head of his red roan mare who was across the stall of the stallion, flicking her muzzle when she tried to nip. "Behave Heilig." He said calmly, rubbing the mare's star before leading the stallion out towards the start of the trails.
Once he'd reached the start of the trails, Armand halted the horse and swung up onto the sixteen and a half hands high stallion with relative ease. He nudged the stallion slightly, easing him into a controlled lope down the path, hoping that he wouldn't startle anyone. Though that was probably a lost cause. After all, he was on a pure white thoroughbred stallion, except for two black spots on his ears, and he himself wasn't exactly 'normal'. After all, many people couldn't tell if he was a guy or a girl, which he found funny, of course today he was inviting trouble, but not doing anything but simply brushing it so it was long and layered like many girls' hair. He chuckled slightly as his own joke. So who or what would he meet? Only time would tell as his horse's stride carried them over the terrain effortlessly.

[||.Alexia De La Court.||]

Unlatching the gate, Alexia stepped into the stables. She traced her thin hand along the gates of the other horses. She moved to the back where a rather large, slender dapple grey stallion stood. She smiled and stopped by his stall. She smiled at him and stroked his nose. "Bonjour, Mon ami." She cooed, happily. The grey stallion snorted and shook his head in content. Alexia smiled and opened the gate to his stall. She grabbed his royal blue bridal off the hook and slipped it on. She stroked his nose as she attached the reigns and then set the black saddle on his back and tightened the girth. "Le bon Garçon, Devereaux"

[/i] She praised, stroking the stallions forelocks. She lead him by the reigns out of the stall and shut and locked the gate.

She straightened out her baby blue spaghetti strap shirt and stepped up onto the loop of the saddle and mounted him. She stroked his neck as she adjusted herself and tugged the reigns to the right. The grey stallion she called Devereaux, turned in that directiion and she nudged him into a light trot. She rode him out of the stables and pulled him to a hault. She patted his long neck and scanned the area. It was a beautiful day and she wanted to take Devereaux out for a run on the trail. She nudged him into a trot and steered him down the path of one of the trails. She giggled, nudging him to go faster, enjoying the cool breeze on her face. Her hot pink hair flared behind her as they picked up speed. As they were partway through the trail, Alexia caught sight of a boy on a horse.. She clicked her tongue and tugged on the reigns, making Devereaux slow to a bouncing stop. She tugged the reigns to the left and she turned him back to face the boy. She smiled at him and nudged her horse to walk toward him. "Bonjour, Mon ami. Comment êtes-vous aujourd'hui?"[/i]. She asked, sweetly in her native anguage of French. She stopped beside the boy and tilted her head forward, waiting for a response.

Bonjour, Mon ami. Comment êtes-vous aujourd'hui? means Hello, My Friend. How Are You today?
Le bon Garçon, Devereaux means Good boy, Devereaux
Bonjour, Mon ami means Hello, My friend[/color][/size][/blockquote]

[Armand Raletha]

Armand tensed against his will when he heard hoofbeats and then his stallion started fighting for his head and bouncing a little to run. Seemed like Rette still thought he was a race horse. Not good. While holding the reins back Armand rubbed the white stallion's neck. "Easy Rette Mich. Hush." He said gently.
It took a couple moments for the thoroughbred to listen to his owner, but he stood there, long creamy tail twisting around and around in nervous energy. He wanted to run now, run for all he was worth, but only the gentle words and firm hold on the reins kept him there. Armand sighed gently as the stallion fidgeted under him. He wouldn't snap on the girl, she probably didn't know the stallion's past.
Glancing at the girl when she spoke he knew a puzzled look came over his face. He didn't understand anything in French, except for a few widely used phrases. "Pardon? I don't understand French." He said simply. There he wasn't being rude or anything. [/color]

((So sorry it's crud, he kinda went kaput on me about midway through the post v.v))

[||.Alexia De La Court.||]

Devereaux shook his head, starting to walk a bit. Alexia turned her attention to her now moving stallion and jerked on the reins in warning. Devereaux stopped on command and she looked back at the boy as he spoke. She smiled at the nervous stallion. She looked up at the boy and laughed when she heard him say he didn't understand. She laughed, softly and shook her head. "Ohh I'm terribly sorry. I get carried away sometimes. I said Hello, My Friend. How are you today?" She apologized, translating for herself. A hint of a French accent was still eveident in her angelic voice. She wasn't very good and pronouncing most English words. She still needed to practice. She leaned in and gently stroked Devereaux's mane and laid her head on his neck. She loved her horse, she would be lost if she ever had to sell him or if he passed. No other horse could take the place of her dear, sweet Devereaux. Her baby blue eyes flickered back up to the boy, sending him a gentle smile.

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[Armand Raletha]

Armand sighed softly as he dismounted from his stallion and walked to his head. The stallion lowered his head grudgling as his boy put his head over his poll and put a very small amount of pressure on it and also started to rub the middle of his mane.
The boy looked up at the girl calmly. "I'm alright, and don't worry about it, I get that way if I've been working with Heilig or Der Ietzle Tag." He said calmly, after all, the mares listened to German much more than english, or at least he got more favorable results from them. "How about you?" He asked calmly as he continued to rub the white stallion's neck.
The stallion was Rette Mich, his beloved horse, the ex-racehorse turned cross country jumper. He'd hate himself forever if he got the horse harmed, which he did everything to prevent, and didn't help when people came running up. Ah well, nobody probably knew he was a racer at one time, poor little tyke too. He hated the horse racing business. Ruined good horses for life. He was just glad that he got Rette before that happened. [/color]