Winter was coming to a close soon but it and it's friend Jack Frost weren't going to go quietly by any means. The near biteing chill in the air and the damp of the ocean mist worked as a team to form Icicles on his mane and along his back scales and sweat lathered everywhere else.
He had been working himself for a fair amount of time now and his breath came as hot twin jets of steam from his nostrils.
Head bowed he cantered along the sandy shore he charged with a smooth gate suddenly came a parrying motion with his horn, then rearing up to lash out with fist front hooves, before a sharp turn as a dodge with a kick to finish.
Again and Again he ran this exercise. It was clear he had a clear tutor this was not the musing of a over zealous colt but more rather practiced and taught techniques. he was a tad rough still but the potential to be a true knight steed was undeniable.
He ran it once more though his muscles yearned for rest but this time on the dodge he faltered nearly loosing his balance. His limit found he paused resting.
