The afternoon was brisk even though the pale sun shone over head. The soft thin blanket of snow covering the ground crunched softly under her hooves. Penna soared above her excitement pounding through their bond. This was the first time he would able to participate in a spar, and the first time in a long time the winged mare had been in a fight. She smiled softly turning honey eyes up to her bonded. Memories of her last fight flashed through her brain. She had been jumped by that golden bitch, she had tried to tear the wings from her with the horn embedded in her head. A shiver of fear ran through her slim body warming the muscles she would need. She knew in her heart this stallion, Aaron, would not harm her that badly, yes there would be blood and bruises, but no maiming. 'Penna, take it seriously, but don't go for his eyes or anything to vital. First we'll want to try and slow him down. Go for the legs or if he has a companion go for it, but watch out for their magic.' Sure she didn't know if he had magic or a companion, but it was best to cover all of the bases, right? 'I'll do what I think needs to be done.' The girl sighed and rolled her bright eyes. Boys could be so difficult.

She threw her wings wide flapping them hard to work chilly blood through her veins. After they felt warm she moved into a smooth canter. The place she hadn't mind wasn't to much farther, but enough to finish warming up. After a few minutes she slowed to a stop, the run up to this place had indeed done as she intended. Gazing slowly over the terrain a soft smile covered her cream muzzle. There was a light dusting of snow and the grass was short and dead, not to bad for footing, a little slippery, but nothing her sturdy mustang blood couldn't handle. Maybe the stallion would be clumsy, built more for looks than grace. Even with that happy thought came reality. He was a warrior, and probably not a new recruit either. 'Make sure I take more time to learn more about the herd members.' A screech assured the Pegasus he would follow up on that.

Taking a deep breath she moved to the other side of the field before swiveling back to wait for the male. What powers did he hold, if any? Would she have to use her own magic, or would straight fighting be enough? Parelia, named for a warrior, had grown soft. She did not want to hurt her family anymore than she had to, and fire would surely do that. Penna swooped low before landing lightly upon her withers. She knew he would take flight the moment he came into sight, just to make sure he wouldn't hide anything from his love. She wasn't worried about that though. He was family, so why would he hide something? 'Just wait and see.'

Speaking Penna