Post by ameg on Nov 16, 2009 0:54:39 GMT -3
Humming a tune under her breath, Amelie walked briskly down the barn aisle towards Prima's stall. She had not seen her mare since she had moved in and she was a bit eager to see how she had settled so far. Briefly, her thoughts wondered to her younger sister Nicolette. The little lionne was hopefully making friends instead of enemies, although it was only a matter of time before her sister pissed someone off.
With a roll of her eyes, she finally halted at the door to Prima's stall. Clucking softly, she peered in to see Prima jerk her head up at the noise. Ears flicking forward she approached Amelie slowly.
Laughing softly, she let herself into the stall only to gently pat Prima on the neck up near her head. "Quelle fille douce et douce..."(What a sweet sweet girl...) She murmered softly. Prima had been with her for years now and for Amelie, there would never be another horse for her like this one.
"Bien que vous puissiez avoir est-ce qu'attitude peut vous pas le bonbon un ?"(Although you can have an attitude can you not sweet one?) She questioned with a slight grin. Oh yes, she could alright.
Stroking her neck for a few moments and speaking quietly to her in french, a language she really only used with her Père (Father), Soeur (Sister), and Horses. Unlike her younger sister Nicolette, who found it intensly amusing to confuse people around her by speaking rapid french, Amelie only spoke it those who understood or to animals.
They are only half french after all, their mother being fully American.
Slipping out of the stall, she glanced up and down the aisle curiously. There did not seem to be many people here, in fact, so far it seemed a bit empty. 'Though it is early...' She guessed that had something to do with it.
Feeling a nudge against her back, she laughed and turned swiftly to Prima. "Qu'est-ce que c'est ? Voulez toujours le coup manqué vilain d'attention ?" (What is it? Still want attention naughty miss?)
Humming again, she leaned against the stall door and began stroking Prima, occasionally playing with her forelock as the mare rested her eyes closing halfway. These times were rare for the mare, so Amelie enjoyed it while she could.
(kind of wish I actually spoke french, it's such a pretty language...}
With a roll of her eyes, she finally halted at the door to Prima's stall. Clucking softly, she peered in to see Prima jerk her head up at the noise. Ears flicking forward she approached Amelie slowly.
Laughing softly, she let herself into the stall only to gently pat Prima on the neck up near her head. "Quelle fille douce et douce..."(What a sweet sweet girl...) She murmered softly. Prima had been with her for years now and for Amelie, there would never be another horse for her like this one.
"Bien que vous puissiez avoir est-ce qu'attitude peut vous pas le bonbon un ?"(Although you can have an attitude can you not sweet one?) She questioned with a slight grin. Oh yes, she could alright.
Stroking her neck for a few moments and speaking quietly to her in french, a language she really only used with her Père (Father), Soeur (Sister), and Horses. Unlike her younger sister Nicolette, who found it intensly amusing to confuse people around her by speaking rapid french, Amelie only spoke it those who understood or to animals.
They are only half french after all, their mother being fully American.
Slipping out of the stall, she glanced up and down the aisle curiously. There did not seem to be many people here, in fact, so far it seemed a bit empty. 'Though it is early...' She guessed that had something to do with it.
Feeling a nudge against her back, she laughed and turned swiftly to Prima. "Qu'est-ce que c'est ? Voulez toujours le coup manqué vilain d'attention ?" (What is it? Still want attention naughty miss?)
Humming again, she leaned against the stall door and began stroking Prima, occasionally playing with her forelock as the mare rested her eyes closing halfway. These times were rare for the mare, so Amelie enjoyed it while she could.
(kind of wish I actually spoke french, it's such a pretty language...}