In a small glade deep in the forest stood a young winged blue and pink striped mare. Around her the snow covered ground had been churned up and mixed with mud. Huffing out a breath she glared at the row of logs that her father’s two-legger had set up for her to use as practice dummies. Numerous lessons passed through her mind but nothing within them was going to help her get this move right. Concentrate Aaricia, you can do this, she thought to herself. Taking a deep breath she decided to try once more before giving it up as hopeless. Moving a small distance away from her target she nodded to herself. She kicked out suddenly with her hind legs and struck the log she was aiming for hard but once again lost her balance and tumbled to the ground in an undignified manner. She let out a scream of frustration. It wasn’t an impossible move, she’d seen her godmother do it many times, so why couldn’t she?
