The next week had passed largely without incident, thankfully. Except for the training session with Sir Tanismore who was a mite vengeful with Handy for the little debacle at Canterlot. In truth, Handy had been trying his best to get to train with Shortbeak. If he could not get her to admit to him what they both knew to be the truth of the matter, he could at least get some satisfaction that way. Fighting her on even ground without worry of outside pressures affecting the fight. Nope, neither feather nor hide of the good Dame was to be seen about the barracks or training fields in the eastern courtyards of the castle.